NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

*Dayton* · 05-21-2014, 05:29 PM

Dayton was padding calmly through the forest when a cry echoed across the land. The call itself was quiet and broken, causing his veins to pulse with fear. That voice belonged to Roman. Was she injured again? The howl was then followed by another, this one strong but very urgent. The small brute only felt a deeper sense of panic as he broke into a run. As he approached the scene, a heavy scent of blood and illness assaulted his nose. He reeled for a moment, nearly bashing into a nearby tree. August, it seemed, had just done the same, and Dayton watched as the man slid to the ground and struggled with the blood that covered his eyes. Roman, too, had crimson streaks across her face, and an unfamiliar member of Tortuga was tending to her, warning Qanik about contagion.

"Spreading the disease won't matter if we have no leader to rule our pack. Help her, whatever it takes." His voice was desperate as he began to step closer. Just then, the crazed shouting met his ears. August seemed to have lost it. What was happening here?
Walk."Talk."Think.

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