Snowforest Taiga pathogen

Skippable unless addressed!

Wylla followed more out of a sense of duty than concern. She was not remotely sad to hear of Wintersbane's passing, nor did she care one whit for the nearby pack. She knew zero of their number, and these days, could not bring herself to care much about anything or anyone than her family. In fact, she had always been that way, but Sagtannet really nailed home that others were not worth her time. But Mahler was worried and wanted to go, so she trailed after him with no small measure of reluctance.

Especially when the scent of death and sickness grew thick in the air. Wylla wrinkled her nose and scooted closer to Mahler. He better hope that coming out here wouldn't expose them both to whatever this was. When their allies loomed near, Wylla gave them little more than a passing glance and a grim tautness across her muzzle. She just wanted to go home. This affliction was absent in Rivenwood, as far as she knew. It wasn't their problem.

She was surprised when Kukutux arrived; it seemed awfully far from home for her. Wylla, being a homebody and antisocial to boot, was not aware of Moonglow's extended stay in the taiga. She peered at the moonwoman with a soft smile, more than she had bothered to offer Lane, Issorartuyok or the juvenile with them. Kukutux was as close to a friend as Wylla had ever had, and they hardly knew one another. She had saved Mahler. That created a strong bond as far as she was concerned.