Northstar Vale what will be will be

Meadow seemed flustered. Antigone wondered if he was not supposed to visit her without arranging a time and place, beforehand. It had been impulse that had driven him to find her. He’d carried a hundred questions upon his tongue, hoping that she might help him. The kindness that she had showed him had never been lost on the serious young wolf.

When she described that the frost had rotted the man’s ear, Antigone felt his nose scrunch. The thought was enough to flip his stomach like a flapjack. He couldn’t help but wonder what she had done with the pieces that she had removed from him. He wondered then, if they stank as badly as the man had.

How quickly can it spread? Antigone asked her in a hushed voice.