Emberwood pestilence at its finest

YOLO

She descended the mountain with the thought she would skirt nearby lands and see what final resources she could find for the cold months ahead. That’s what she told herself, anyway, even though the appeal of physical exertion and distance between herself and the mountain wolves felt like bliss for the moment… her interlude with Germanicus replaying in her mind when she allowed it to. The finality of it shouldn’t have stung her as much as it did. 

The fiery leaves called to her. Forests were favored by her, despite her poor history with them… but it was with more trepidation as she drew further into the shadows of the woods. Something smelt off and the healer couldn’t quite place it. 

At least, not until she came upon the sick wolf a short distance from her. She remained quiet as she watched the other, considering—she did not wish to bring any ailments back to the pups of her pack, but despite the rogue’s allegiance to no one, there was a certain stir in her breast to help. 

Wasn’t that her duty?