NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

*Qanik* · 05-21-2014, 07:45 AM

A weak call filtered through the trees to reach Qanik where she rested in the snow. Immediately her head whipped around to pinpoint the location, the note of urgency in Roman's wavering voice instantly setting cold hooks of fear into her heart. She was on her feet and running in a heartbeat, racing to the call. She skidded to a halt in the snow at the sight of Roman, however, collapsed on the ground with blood leaking from her eyes. Her heart stuttered with fear before she pushed it aside and strode forward once more. Her own voice rang out, stronger and more carrying than Roman's sickly one, issuing an emergency summons to the members of the pack - particularly to the healers and healer trainees. She didn't know if this was disease or injury, but either way they would be needed.

"Roman," she spoke in a soft, soothing voice as she crouched at her alpha's side, blue-gray eyes studying Roman's own blood-stained ones carefully despite the fear that still coursed through her at the sight of her alpha brought low. "Can you tell me what happened? Were you injured?" From her close call she'd spoken of? No, surely that had been much to long ago for this sort of catastrophic symptom to be appearing. Illness then? She breathed in Roman's scent cautiously, and thought that yes, she did think she could smell the strange over-sweet scent of disease beneath the fear-scent. If it was illness... was Roman the only one effected? Concerned, she stared off into the forest, urging the healers to hurry.

Speech,

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