Variola

It is a beautifull day at (place name here), your clan is enjoying the sun while following their daily activities, as one of your clan members spots an approaching, swamp green Tundra dragon with steel blue wings. Multiple teardrop-shaped gemstones sparkle in her fur and her left front paw is adorned with a white flower armband. She lands carefully amidst your clan, smiles and speaks in a soft voice:
“My, my, what a busy place this is... I hope you are all feeling nice and sick?“ she beams at the gathered dragons expectantly, her smile fading as one of your clan members shakes their head. “Oh dear, how terrible!“ she hurries over to the dragon, almost tripping over her own long leg fur. “Oh darling, how could this happen? You are feeling... healthy?“ despite her strange opinion on what is supposed to be terrible and what not, she sounds sincerely worried and inspects the dragon with an concerned look on her face. “Here, take this...“ She reaches under her wing and brings forth a frayed-looking canvas bag. The bag is soaked with some unknown liquid and reeks of death and decay. Suddenly, it starts twitching in her claws as something inside of it struggles to get free. She drops the bag and watches in horror as bones, skulls, mushrooms and other things scatter the floor as the bag unseals itself, centipedes scurry away and maggots wind in pain in the bright sunlight. As something big starts growling and fighting the fabric of the bag, she backs away in a hurry, whispers “IfearIHaveToGoNowBye!“ and is gone before your clan realizes what just happened. Nobody really dares to get close to the package she left, but you can´t just leave it there, as it´s contents are making a run for it and it´s smell gets worse with every minute it´s sitting in the burning sun. Finally, some brave dragons capture the fleeing “gifts“ and carefully approach the hissing and clawing thing that is still inside the bag...