Serpent Lake following the trail of sickness

This wasn't Evermore. Not anymore. The wolf lifted its head, and thick trails of spittle fell from its mouth. Not a glimpse of the kind, outgoing wolf that had once belonged to that body. It was what Thresher had been told- a disease that wipes the mind of consciousness, and leaves nothing but blind aggression. Witnessing it, however, broke her heart. Not only because she'd met the wolf before, but because she couldn't imagine what had led to this...What agony she had endured, and would continue to endure until she ran herself out. 

The coywolf, inquisitive, caught her attention, and she feared he might draw too close. "Don't-" Thresher began to warn him, but her interjection was lost as the rabid wolf growled. A hollow noise, rattling. Thresher wondered, for a moment, if perhaps Evermore might be somewhat aware of what was happening to her, and trying to warn Thresher off. A selfless act, perhaps- until she began to charge. 

Her movements were jerky, uncoordinated. Thresher had distance, consciousness, and health to her advantage- and wasn't necessarily worried about being caught. But she didn't lunge away instantaneously- instead, she began to bound toward the stranger, head low as her body called forth any amount of shepherd from her instincts to drive the stranger away. "Run! Contagious!" She shouted.