Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

Domestic? Was that some kind of disease. Bazi took a cautious step back, eyeing Fang as though he might sprout extra limbs at any moment. The Creek wolf was no stranger to devastating illness, and the idea that she might catch something unsavoury from interacting with this... not-wolf was starting to take shape.

"I don't know what a 'domestic' is," she responded, agitated by her own lack of understanding. Fang spoke of his condition in a calm and measured voice, which gave her hope that he had accepted his fate - and more importantly, that he did not wish it upon anyone else. Bazi took another step back, ears falling flat.

"I need you to give Swiftcurrent Creek a very, very wide berth. We have pups, and I don't want them to catch.. whatever it is you have," she half-pleaded, fastening wide, worried eyes on the half-breed's own.