Bearer of Bad News

Vincenzo pawed at the dirt, claws raking slowly through the dust before stopping sharply as his howl was answered.  Vinny's ears stood up alert.  That was Basileus!  And he had food?  Vincenzo's stomach rumbled in excitement though he tried to quiet it.  He had serious news to deliver after all.  Vincenzo shifted his course and headed swiftly to answer Basil's call.  Maneuvering toward the beach he saw the rust-colored male near a whale carcass.

Vinny dipped his head in greeting but for a moment his voice failed him.  What was he even supposed to say?  How was he supposed to start? " Ho notizie ... i nostri fratelli sono caduti . Quasi tutti sono morti , solo pochi di noi ha fatto uscire vivo . Enrico's parole ci hanno distrutto " Vincenzo would speak swiftly and calmly though anger laced his words, threatening to spill out of him.  He'd wait for those words to sink in before offering more details.  He didn't want to dump everything on Basil all at once and he looked to the other man for cues as to if should continue or give he other time to digest the news.

"Why"