Glider

The alpha of the terra walked in with a staggering sort of gait. His eyes were bloodshoot, and he panted heavily; something was wrong.

Storm Alarm & Quamia

The sisters walked side-by-side, talking about things that had happened. "...it's hard realy." Storm Alarm went on with one of her stories.

Quamia nodded, "I understand. It's such a shame... two taken by the bears and one killed, the poor souls. Every since we lost Railu..." The small, dark wolf sighed, "It's just not the same around here. I haven't seen Jais for a while either."

It was Storm Alarm's turn to nod at what was spoken now. She added a bit of brighter news to the sullen chat, "Well Glider and I have been thinking about having more pups. Wouldn't that cheer things up around here? But we must..." the large wolf trailed off as her deep yellow eyes caught sight of her mate. She knew instantly that something was wrong. Worried, she sprinted over to Glider and nuzzled him, "Are you sick? Or hurt?"

Quamia slinked over and stood just behind her sister, listening fuertively for Glider's response.

Glider

He shuddered slightly, "No...." but the response was not to his mate's conserned questions. It was a reply to what was going on in his mind and body; he hadn't even heard Storm Alarm or Quamia. Shuddering again, the wolf suddenly lunged at his mate and clamped his sick fangs at her muzzle. His breath bore strongly the scent of rabis.

Storm Alarm & Quamia

Storm Alarm didn't jump back in time because that was the last thing she expected. With a muffled yelp, she tried to pull her muzzle away from her mate.

Quamia backed off while pulling her ears back flush with her skull. She was terrifide. The sick scent made her shutter; they must get away from it.

Glider

He lost his grip on his mate's muzzle and gave a low growl. He he sprung at Quamia with his jaws gaping and ready to sink into her muzzle as well.

Storm Alarm & Quamia

Storm Alarm backed off quickly, eyes wide.

Quamia yelped in fear and sprung back away from Glider, narrowling missing his fangs. "We need to get out of here!" she barked to her sister in a desperate tone.

Storm Alarm hesitated, not wanted to leave her sick mate. But the noxious scent on his breath and the way he acted sent a shiver down her spine. Nodded weakly, she turned and fled. Quamia followed after.

Glider

The large wolf began to chase after his mate and Quamia, but soon stopped, panting hard. Saliva dripped off his lolling tounge and foam formed around the corners of his mouth. Looking blankly around with his glossy, blood-shot eyes, Glider started to walk again. He staggered but otherwise walked in a rather straight path, heading for the human's town.