(Serenity., Neonz pmed me about Ghost being the lead fighter, if you are fine with changing the rank I'd appreciate it.)
Grey eventually made it toward the center if camp and sat on his haunches. The grey woof was thin and his hips stuck out slightly, he tended to sit oddly and where his hips stuck out it was nearly rubbed raw. He couldn't help it, it was the mist comfortable way to sit. It was away from anyone else where he sat, he realized he probably didn't look the prettiest either. He hadn't properly groomed himself in days and his fur was in mats and ruffled. A sigh escaped his mouth, Atara and Caina were the only wolves he had contact with. Caina generally wanted Jasper away from the sick wolves in case she herself got sick there would be someone to take her place. The loneliness got to him at times but he never let it get him down. He had to keep the smile on his face or it just wasn't him, he couldn't let this change him.
Caina glanced around at the small number gathered, this was probably as good as it was going to get. She quieted anyone speaking then began. "I know we all know of the illness that has come about, I am afraid it is not getting better but on the brightside it doesn't seem to be getting any worse," she paused to breathe then spoke once again, "I ask that if anyone feels sick to contact Atara or myself immediately," a thought crossed her mind that she should have asked Jasper if he wanted to be involved but had heard he was already asking. "I have heard Jasper has been going around, please do tell him if you do not feel well. The whole pack is at risk if you fail to tell just one of us if you have any symptoms of the sickness," She knew she sounded a bit harsh at that but if one sick wolf got into the meat it could carry over onto any wolves that came in contact with it. "Thank you for your time and please tell anyone who is not here now about this gathering, have a nice day," she told everyone then spoke in a normal toned voice, "Jasper, if I may have a word with you," she stepped down from the rock and looked towards him and Shiver.
Alexander looked at the pup, relatively no emotion on his face as he came up to him. If anything he should be afraid of the parent of the pup than anything else. He knew not to hurt a pup and he never would, with that he figured he was safe. "I'm Alex," he told the pup, "I'm nit in a pack, I haven't in years," he said to him like he wasn't as young as we was. He wasn't sire if the pup would appreciate it or not but it mattered none to him. He didn't have a particular soft spot for pups, he was generally a rather solitary wolf. Anyone who reminded him of his past friendship or the fae herself would easily bring out the friendliness in him. His he missed her, even now. It had been years and he should have gotten over her by now but he just couldn't. He couldn't change the past but if he gained a friend again he would never let something like that happen again. He was so weak. He shook his head, snapping out of his memories and own self hate.















