Snowforest Taiga pathogen

mahler had been roaming for heda once more when lane's call rose upon the air. it was thick with anguish. the graf, chuffing to @Wylla, descended beneath the stone archway of the bypass and loped into the taiga. he kept himself paced, arriving as soon as he was able.
as he traveled, mahler began to see downed bodies, more and more, growing in number as he crossed into the taiga. the air was choked with rot and sickness. 
a man he did not know stood with lane. he had heard the songs of duskfire and knew his brother was no more.
it was with polite worry that the gargoyle approached. "lane," he said gruffly, inclining his head toward the unknown male.
and then his lavender eyes swept to the carnage, the devastation of life that stretched much too far across the taiga. he had not heard lane's words, and when he eventually looked back at the pair it was with a drawn expression. there were tears standing in her eyes, he noticed. mahler looked away, not wanting her to feel observed by one not of her pack. "the river vich runs from the valley into the taiga; this sickness does not seem to have crossed over." 
the yet was implied, mahler supposed, but it was something.