Stone Circle Allstar

Moss sighed with relief to see someone coming toward her who was not the one that secreted the witch away in a den. He looked like an elder, to Moss- who was no youth herself, though in her state it was likely hard to tell. She waved a broad paw at him, warding him off as he tried to come and support her. 

”Don’t touch me,” She gave him that precaution. ”I’m cursed; that witch that has been haunting Swiftcurrent Creek,” She said, wincing. She could only speak in short bursts- her ribs protested with every breath. ”Found her. One of your- agghhh!” She snarled in pain. Spittle formed at the corners of her mouth from the stress. 

”One of your packmates is a traitor.” She said, just as her nose began to bleed.