Morningside Cuesta wachsam

kigipigak spoke of sick animals in the herd. mahler could not recall if he had heard of this before. he committed each detail to memory, nodding once. "it reminds me of the foaming sickness," he murmured, thinking of the bites he had seen infected in his time as medic.
"how are the duskfire wolves?" he asked next. there had been no news from the glacier. mahler unfortunately did not know what drastic changes had come to their ally.