I Hold Your Deliverance
Everything was in chaos. Wolves were falling ill left and right, including Desiree. Everyone was in a panic, desperate to find a cure. It appeared that the plague had already spread to other packs, wolves everywhere were sick. Unfortunately, she knew nothing when it came to herbs. Vi was busy sorting out the sick, and managing her allies on top of trying to find a cure. A sigh slipped from between pale lips. The russet woman and left the range, wandering into the swamp. Very had ventured into this part of the territory, but there was no harm in checking.
Nostrils quivered, a foreign scent lingering. Her direction would change, heading towards the border. Why hasn't they called? Irritation bubbled in her chest as she got closer. Muck clung to her paws, squishing between her toes unpleasantly. It didn't take long to reach the border, but she had no idea how long the wolf had been waiting, but that was his fault, if he didn't want to wait he should have called.
Verdant gaze would come to rest on the ebony man, his rich pelt distributed only by red on his ears and beneath his eyes. For a moment she thought he had the plague too. She was ready to chase him from her home, they didn't need anymore sick to care for. "Can I help you?" Smooth lyrics fell from her jaws as she came to a half several feet away from the stranger. Paws sunk into the muck beneath her stationary weight, but she would give the man a chance to state his case before passing judgement. |