Duskfire Glacier A place that we both call disaster relief

Bronco looked up as they were spoken to, his eyes naturally drawn to the bird the man had caught before returning to the calm of his gaze. He grimaced slightly, turning his ears back when he was informed of the unfortunate circumstances. 

”Sick?” His concern showed.  Blueberry introduced him, seemingly more interested in the newcomer than the news he’d brought with him. ”What kind of sickness? Not something that could infect wolves too?” He asked. The wolves might have moved on, but a herd of prey carrying disease was never a good thing- unless, of course, the disease couldn’t be transmitted, and then made them into natural and easy prey.