Redtail Rise probability

His brow knitted at the faint hint of sickness he detected. Cambria knew he should remove himself from the pair’s proximity, yet he was morbidly curious, particularly when the smaller of the two—a she-wolf near his own age, as far as he could tell—turned toward him with a snort loud enough to flicker his pale ears.

I mean no harm, he found himself saying, only to realize he likely hadn’t spoken loud enough for his voice to carry. He cleared his throat and raised his voice, repeating, I mean no harm. Cambria hesitated for several beats before choosing to add, In fact, I might be able to help.

Depending on what ailed them, the yearling knew of a few natural remedies that could spell the difference between life or death. He did not yet say this, instead shifting his weight and giving the pair an opportunity to react to his offer.

He wasn’t actually certain if he wanted them to take him up on it, as he was wary of coming any closer. The risk of contagion was only one thing to consider. A sick wolf might be weakened, but that might make them all the more dangerous if the pair decided to take offense.