Lost in thought, her head jerked up at the deep call of her leader. Healers? Why would he make a general call for the pack healers? He didn't sound hurt, so it must be one of the pack members. Suddenly in a panic, she bolted from her spot and ran through the snow and thickets towards the border and the sound of Sloane's call. It seemed only moments before she arrived, yet there were four wolves there when she arrived, panting lightly. Sloane, Hollow, a half-starved stranger and Nina, who was laying judgement on the gaunt wolf. To leave immediately.
Confused at the tone her kind-hearted leader was using towards the scared young wolf, Azariah lowered her head as she moved closer with her brows furrowed. She unconsciously moved nearer to Hollow for reassurance. When she did, the sickly sweet smell reached her nose and she froze, her sea blue eyes wide with terror. The Walking Death... Her mind screamed the words over and over in her mind. When she'd been a pup, a nearby pack had been infested with the plague. They had all died, every single one raving mad. They had been viciously chased far away from her packs borders, no quarter given. One of their Gaurdians had become infected. To spare his pack, he ended his own life.
She'd only smelled it a few times and once seen the sickness in it's later stages. That memory would terrify her until her dying day. Solarra had explained it to her and told her the name that she knew it by. Not even realizing that she had said the words out loud she said, "Y-you have The Walking Death..." Her voice was a bare whisper, yet they were clearly heard.