Chinook || Beta || M: Moros, Flame, Others

The beta listened carefully as the situation was explained. His eyes narrowed in thought, words running through his ears and into his brain where they circulated and were picked apart. Moros' question caught his ears and he took another moment. There were several things that could work, including having himself or a fire-ability wolf burn their current pile and have everyone start anew. However, there was no prey that could not-- fish.

The watery scent hit his senses just as Flame reentered camp holding a slimy creature. Her offering, as well as her explanation, caused a synapse to suddenly connect within Chinook's mind. "Oh, Flame, you are a genius. Yes, please; take your pick of hunters, fighters, scouts -- whoever you think will have the best chances at fishing -- and teach them some basics. Moros, we have only ever seen warm blooded creatures like ourselves catch the disease. While it is not conventional, nor is it the most appetizing, I want our hunters informed that we will be working to catch everything else: fish, frogs, snakes, birds -- but I want us all to steer away from other mammals for now.

"This could help with the issue of our borders being pressured by outside wolves as well. They will not want to hunt what prey is here because of the disease, and thus will be easier to push away. I have yet to meet an outside wolf who has survived once contracting the disease. Moros, as you are in charge of the fighters, please make them aware of this once they all return. If they can, perhaps the rabid prey can be pushed towards those territory hot spots."

Perhaps they would only need to deal with the hunters after all.

Kirik || Scout || M: Other Scouts

"Are we all ready?" the sandy female asked, looking around her. The commotion between other wolves continued, and Kirik worried that they would never make it out of camp before Armageddon. Half joking and half as a means of pushing for them all to leave, she added, "The potential mountain den sites won't discover themselves."

She could tell Duchess was on edge; Kirik made a mental note to stay off her tail for the next while. Her gaze traveled to Nala, her sister, and then wandered to the healer's den where a few other wolves had gathered. What a day.

Angel was conflicted. Lure the rabid animals to the loners? She knew how dangerous the foaming mouth disease infected animals were. She had seen that first hand when the Coyote attacked her. She had almost not gotten away. The thought of defenseless wolves being attacked and infected frightened her.

She looked at the ground. She knew she'd have to put aside those thoughts and concerns. *This is for the pack. I must remember that this is to keep them strong.* She thought guiltily. She knew such thoughts could be considered disloyalty, and she'd seen what happened to Tulip. But one more worry came to mind. *What if the rouges get infected and attack us!? We might have powers but we're not invincible.* She thought fearfully.

Sabre~ [Packmates, Sky?, Open!]

Sabre heard the shuffle of Flame, she asked him if he would fish with the group. "I already know how to fish, I guess I can help the pack out," he said getting up and following Flame and Alligator.