Panic! At the Disco.

Sickness was held strongly within the air. Something so strong that he had never witnessed before. Was this the end for all? Some twisted fate they had all been lead into like a trap. He would quickly rise to his feet, feeling irritated as of late. Could they really find a cure to help the sick? This was beyond his control. Or so he would think. He would see an ebony woman standing outside of his borders, though he would assume she seeked entry, If not then what did she need? He would pace over towards her, closing the distance between them rather quickly. He would nod in greeting, before seeing another, a placid babe she was. Though it would seem she was infected. " Welcome to Ebony, what do you need?" He seemed rather calm, which was unusual seeing as a woman was sick. But how was he supposed to act towards a stranger? " How long have you been sick, You need treatment. We have yet to find one for our wolves. Though we soon hope to change that." He would raise his crown, unlucky that they really had no specific cure. Yet. He would glance towards the dark woman every now and again, hoping she states her reasoning to be here. Quickly.