A spark to the fire

She would not have to wait long for someone to arrive. At once she lowered her head more, tail flat down in respect. She would glance up at the woman before her in shades of orange with eyes like a summer sunset. There was not hostility only a seeming curiosity as to why she was here. Before she could answer this woman another one, a pelt of red joined them. Her eyes cast between them, flicking from one then the other. She couldn't tell who was a healer and who was an Alpha. But then again pack dynamics were not of her knowledge yet. The red woman looked awful, like she lacked a few nights of sleep and Angel could have sworn she could scent blood on this female. But alarming more was the scent of sickness clinging to her fur. She didn't seem sick but someone in their pack most be.



Ears perked up at the question of her family and head too would jump up. Her ice blue eyes fixated on the red woman with an intense hope. Was someone in her family here?"Yes Ma'am. I am Angel Black. I come from Valhalla with urgent message. A illness is sweeping the pack. Blood runs from their eyes, a fever plagues the body into fit of seizure like trembling. I can to warn the packs of this illness, but seeing you Ma'am makes me believe you have already seen this illness. I also come looking for my brother Crucifix and sister Twig." She replied softly, swallowing down her nerves.



"Speech"

but that's alright, because I like the way it hurts