King Tau sniffed at the air, trying to catch the scent of something...anything.
There was a brief sickness that seemed to have been caught by a few Pridelands members. It wasn't anything serious, but he had learned to be cautious of anything new that seemed to strike against his pride. He knew that being on constant vigilance was impossible, but he still pushed himself beyond his limits at times to learn everything he could about his peoples, his charges. He may never forgive himself for the disastrous night, so long ago at this point. He still expected the stars to fall again; there was little trust left in the night.
Scouts had reported a pile of dead gazelle near the borders; noting that there was little eaten from them before seemingly abandoned. It was a curious thing, but there was no note of sabotage, of poisoning, or anything else that would explain why. Only afterwards did there seem to be some sort of illness cropping up, but no one had suffered anything more than sneezing fits and extra fatigue. Was this really something to stress about?
He had pressed his messengers to keep him in the loop, and extra scouting shifts along the borders. He still felt like there had to be an explanation...
Ecavi
anyone will do!
