NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

Another wold arrive. Another male... Infected. Ritsuka would shift uncertainly, looking at the new arrival. He smelled of Tortuga... But he hadn?t met him yet. Had one of the new members brought this sickness? No... Surely Qanik or Roman would have scented it on their coats first. The cream male would glance back to their leader until the arrival of another stranger, a she-wolf, would catch his attention. She... Had training in healing. Thank goodness. Two years was also a lot better than nothing... And he could feel a bit of hope coming back to him.

...and then all hell broke loose. Another wolf, another male, coming in snarling and attacking. Gaze would shift to see who he was attacking... And emerald eyes would widen in horror, his heart leaping to his throat. ?Gossamir!? He would leap away from Roman, probably for the better, to try and aid her. Thank god Dayton had gotten there when he did. He would move to Gossamir?s side, even more worry running through him. He was shaking... Not out of fear for himself but his packmates.

He?d give a small nod to Dayton, trying to keep himself calm. ?Dayton... Thank you...? He shifted, casting an uneasy look at the brute that loomed protectively over the queen. He was delirious... Maybe hallucinating...? He was certainly not right... And sick as well. Four members. Four of those gathered were already infected. ?Are you both okay?? He would ask. His own guard was up now, fur and hackles raised, ears pinned, eyes narrowed slightly, and some other defenses such as his chin being tipped forward and bent knees making him ready in case any of the infected wolves, particularly August or this other male, took another turn for the worst.

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