Blacktail Deer Plateau our little corner of the milky way

Leathery nose twitched, nostrils flaring as a loud and unexpected sneeze escaped him, the man's bulky frame giving a vigorous shake as his brown mixed fur bristled on end. Quickly regaining his composure the brute offered Sorrel a small smile and a gentle wag of his tail. The ginger wolf had been lucky to get away with only a stuffy nose and dry cough throughout this plague, but unfortunately the same couldn't be said for other members of the pack.

His mind drifted, though torn ears were swift to arch forward as Sorrel's voice broke the silence and the man paused for a moment. He had planned to keep up with his regular border patrols and had been doing so daily, whilst the others recovered in the safety of their dens. He was always alone when strolling the edges of the territory and hadn't thought about ever inviting someone along.

Licking his chops, Sylvas replied softly with a sway of his tail , "I was just going to patrol the Western borders." He smiled, amber eyes briefly peering around the platue and gradually back to Sorrel before he spoke again, "Do.. you want to join me?" He asked, tilting his head some as he waited.