Emberwood pestilence at its finest

The stranger drank. A flash of pale gums, but Meadow almost wondered if she imagined it. The outcome wasn’t ideal, and when the brown she-wolf finally spoke, the words she uttered were just about the undoing of the gentle healer. She wanted to reassure the unknown girl. Ti make her feel better. But such promises would be hollow—meaningless.

“What happened?” Her voice broke— a croak from her throat as concern etched her features, studying the woman. The coughs filled the quiet of the air—a sound of defeat and sickness.