Satu had woken that morning feeling off, but not quite able to pinpoint why. She'd been feeling restless and irritable lately anyway anyway, so she'd just chalked it up to yet another symptom of that. She'd gone about her day normally, taking up part of a "patrol" that was just another excuse to seek out adventure and get away from the every day boredom, and then hunting squirrels near the falls for a while.
She finally caught one of the irritating little tree rodents. Dropping the body at her paws she glared down at it in triumph. The bright spot of blood on it's body didn't really seem out of place, considering that it had just met it's violent end at her fangs, but then another spot joined the first, then another, and Satu realized all at once that something was dripping blood onto it. She backpedaled, gaze going up and swinging back and forth wildly as she looked for the source, but every movement sent tiny splatters of blood everywhere and another realization staggered her when she realized the blood was coming from her... and more terrifyingly, coming from her eyes. Bloody tears were streaming down her face.
Heart hammering erratically in her chest in terror, Satu turned and bolted down the slope toward the main pack lands. Even as she did, chills were already beginning to wrack her form, little micro-spasms causing muscle weakness that slowed her still further. The illness had come on frighteningly fast, and before the frightened girl had gotten back to the mangroves it had already progressed...
The mangroves were cloaked in a red misty fog, and eerie light seeming to emanate from each tree and pulsing down through the long roots. She flinched away as one tree seemed to open up, oozing the dark shape of a wolf from its bark. The wolf roared at her, and she couldn't help but cry out as she stumbled back away from it. "Leave me alone!"
"Speech"
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