Northstar Vale what will be will be

The stench of the injured wolf was beginning to subside—though she snorted softly, as if she could rid herself the sensation of near panic she felt at Antigone confronting a strange man on the borders. Trying to shake the feeling of what could have been, the she-wolf tilted her muzzle in response to his question, breathing out once more—relaxing. “I haven’t dealt much with it,” she confided, moving now, stretching her muscles as she came closer to the Gnosis—eyes searching over him, inadvertently ensuring he was unharmed, even though she knew he was fine.

“But it can spread fast. And if your patient is not warmed up in time, it can lead to… what it did for that man.” And with that, her eyes darted back to where he had been—the area she had done her work on, and feeling overall unpleasant about the entire scenario.

“We can trail him further back, make sure he does leave,” she offered, wondering if this was something that interested the boy— or, “Or you can come with me and I can get a drink of water. Wash up a bit. All of that was….” She paused, her nose wrinkled. There was no point in lying to Antigone. “It was gross.”