Snowforest Taiga pathogen

He had struck out, following after Lane. The celebrations and feasting were over. His belly was still full with meat, his head afloat with fresh, vivid memories. He too, wanted to see if the disease within the herds had improved or worsened. Unfortunately, the answer was the latter.

He smelled the death before he saw it. Rot and death hung heavy in the air, stinging his nose and eyes even more fiercely than the first time. Lane's strangled, emotional cry sent him running to catch up with her. Jolting to a halt, he all but ignored the other wolves gathered. Glacial eyes instead trained on the endless sea of dead, bloated bodies. "This...this is too much. What can we do?" He asked quietly, voice thick with shock.