Redtail Rise XXIX

They would always come when their Wealda called, the only possible exception being death. As terribly as they felt, they were far from dead. They made their way to the rally, their throat rasping with a harsh cough every few minutes. They were in no condition to fight, though that would not stop them from supporting their pack.

When they arrived, the others were already disembarking. Masque was not surprised, considering they were moving more slowly than usual. Heedless of how they might infect the others, the Toweard trailed after the caravan, making a point to follow Redd’s pawprints in particular across the snowy landscape.