I believe angels walk among us. Not in a supernatural sense, but those with divine intentions.
Illness. Almost as certain as death, a curse put upon every living thing. As Tirajisú wandered the prairie, he paused to catch his fleeting breath. He could barely breathe, eyes watering in the wind, becoming more dizzy with every step. He had only been walking for a few hours but it felt like days as the illness slowly consumed him. His former herbalist could not diagnose him, and the alpha had deemed him a threat. A threat? For succumbing to forces outside of his control? It hardly seemed fair and yet here he is, trekking for days in search of something, anything, to relieve the pain.
As his legs begin to quiver, he takes a brief respite in a large patch of white lilies. It felt so soft under his paws as he lay, his eyelids growing heavy. A sense of peace washed over him, a feeling he had been missing for weeks.
In his blurry gaze, he spots a figure approaching him, moving steadily but gracefully through the flowers. For a moment he wondered, was this the universe sending its messenger to guide him beyond? Until the figure spoke, its voice reassuring and calm.
"Follow me. We can't let you lie in the open, it is almost day after all."
For many days, a strange wolfpack took him in and treated his illness, feeding him a bitter herb concoction and resting in a soft bed of pine and feathers. A wolf called Chenusha stayed by his side throughout, treating him as if he was one of them. He couldn't help but wonder what they wanted from him. He was clearly packless, a carrier of disease, of no value.
After a week had passed, much of his strength was regained. He approached the wolf who saved him, called Gallo.
"I appreciate everything you and your pack has done for me. If it isn't rude, I just wanted to ask why? Why help me?"
Gallo simply turned his head to face him, his eyes holding his gaze.
"It was the night's wish. It delivered you to us, and it would be an insult to refuse curing one of our own."
One of us? I am not part of their pack... are they delusional? Or... perhaps he meant something by that.
Hunter 
Hunter