Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Dag licked his lips as she gave her opinion on the matter. He agreed that its ankle-biting wouldn't drive them mad, but the dream still weighed heavily on his mind. If he'd been one to believe in prophecy, he might've suggested they track it down with the whole pack and end this once and for all. Even without that belief, he wondered if it was something they ought to think about. If the buck was sick, it might spread its disease to the whole herd, and then they'd have a prey-animal rebellion to think about. Or something.

"The doe seemed fine," he said after a moment, speaking just as they reached the bottom of the crags. Wintery eyes darted around and short, furry ears twisted this way and that. All clear. "But the rest of the pack should know that there's an aggressive buck out there. Someone could get hurt."

And the more he thought about it, the more he came to realize that the doe hadn't gone down easily, either. It'd taken a long time for her to bleed out - longer than either of them had predicted. And Dag didn't know how badly they'd injured her, but... well, it'd seemed like enough.

"Think we ought to hunt it down?" he asked uncertainly, side-eyeing the first female as he spoke.