Moonspear Out Of My Comfort Zone

Judas' jaw clamped tight. A grim expression on his face. With what they had, if anyone were to be attacked by anything, it would prove fatal to them. "Stupid, stupid wol-" He quickly cut the thouhgt off. He didn't want to think that. They just hadn't had the time. No one expected all the green to disappear. But still, this was bad.

"Once the green comes back, we'll need a new batch. Is there anyone else in the pack that can help collect when the time comes?" he asked, a sudden desperate tone that he had not intended. To him, this was dire. And also with his lack of healing herbs, they would need another most definitely.