Wipe away my tears

"What happened?" She was confused. A paw would lift, wiping her face before pulling away. Blood sward across her paw still. It wasn't a dream. This was really happening. Panic turned to fear. She had been with Basanti all morning, was her daughter ill? Was anyone else sick? She turned away from Kylra, her entire body vibrating with an unshakeable chill. "Is Basanti okay?" She would pace back and forth, weariness tugging at her bones.

Tears of blood continued to flow from her eyes. Thoughts raced, what was she going to? "The pack needs to be called, the sick quarantined if necessary. We need to alert our allies. We need to find a cure." She murmured plans quietly to herself. She couldn't be the only one could see? Was she contagious? Slowly her irritation at not knowing turned into anger, then uncontrollable rage. Hackles lifted, lips curling back over daggers. Ears fell back against her skull as she whirled to face Kylar. Narrowed gaze shot daggers at him as she stalked forward. No recognition was held in her gaze as she moved closer, a snarl ripping free from her jaws. The ground beneath her feet turned red, bodies falling around her again but she paid them no mind, her sights set on the brute in her path.

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