Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

she had caught a fish. endlessly fishing. she would need to leave soon, and look for reyes, but dread and other things caught in her throat and stifled her paws. bridget was out searching. even bridget! why hadn't she gone?
just as teya was about to berate herself, her nostrils were tinged with wolfscent. she dropped the grayling and approached the borders with caution. 
a man, visibly sick. the raven warned him back with a growl. he smelled of infection. and so she held him off, unsure if it might transmit to their pups. "what happen?" she hoped direly that @Bridget was back within earshot; she did not want a stranger to die at brecheliant's borders.