"That would be myself." The author would coo to her in a warm voice. The babe admired the smooth, calm tone in his voice. Even with her being completely unknown to him, he was so willing and kind. It was reassuring to the woman. But soon after he stated himself as the leader, his smile was replaced with a saddened expression. She wondered why. Were they not accepting wolves at the moment? Was something big going on in the pack that he needed to report to her? Wren's ears pushed forward in attention, eager to hear what he was going to tell her. "I'm not sure if you know of the epidemic currently spreading illness through Alacritia, but I feel I must warn you anyway. Unfortunately a number of my pack, including the other Author of the pack have fallen ill."
A sickness. What a lovely welcoming present to her. Her smile immediately disappeared and turned into a low frown, her eyes filling with concern. Though the risk of getting sick was high, the babe suddenly felt the want to help solve this sickness build up and filter in her body. She still wanted to join. Wren nodded her head with understanding as the author finished. She would join as a chapter, and try to help with the cure to this sickness. Or- epidemic. Whatever it was that was going on. All she hoped wouldn't happen was to catch the sickness, and add more to Ludicael's plate. She wasn't here to make them work harder. The woman was here to help. And she hoped she'd have an effect on the pack's work. She truly did want to help.
The tall, tricolor woman slowly stood up and once again, bowed her head to the author. A simple thank you would refocus them, hopefully. "Thank you for warning me of this...situation." She sucked in a breath of the cold winter air, ears folding back slowly as she added, "I will try my hardest to help your pack get through this, sir. I promise." Her eyes, still filled with concern, left the hills of the territory and turned to the muddy alpha. The woman was true to her word. She'd do anything to help.
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