The Choice - Bob

The world began to swim around her. Strai then Sedna, she looked so much like Erik, a stranger, and Medusa. Why were they all convening around this wolf who was so, so sick? Feeling dizzy and nauseous herself, she could barely watch as the wolf stood and began to vomit. It took everything in her not to vomit in response. The worms writhed on the ground, glowing and gleaming with sticky stomach juices. Words coalesced in the chilled air around her, but she felt hot. Her breath before her curled in a thick plume, but her skin sweat and her tongue panted. What was this wolf? What was wrong with him?

Something stronger? Wide eyes turned slowly to Sedna. Right. She was the only one making sense. They surely couldn’t allow whatever was making this wolf and all those prey animals sick to continue spreading. Was it the blight that had struck Armada? Fear prickled down her spine as her hackles rose in response. Wait. What if… her blood could do something? The toxicity of it might combat the worms. A transfusion of sorts! It was possible, no?

Stepping forward, silent and trembling, Delphi stares at the tawny wolf with sunken eyes and drooling lips. Lifting a leg, she expertly slices along her foreleg with a sharpened saber tooth until red, sticky blood gleams in the dim light of her mountain.

“Drink,” is all she can rasp from her mouth as she offers out her bleeding leg to the stranger.