Don't Wake The Dead

Carletta would blink as a voice called out to her. They spoke in the common tongue, not her most fluent language but one that she could answer in at least. She took a breath, turning her full body in the direction of the voice as she called back. “Yes! I Here!” The Spanish femme called. Her blue eyes would shine in the darkness as she started back towards the call, wondering who it was she might meet.

Thus far the wolves she’d met had either been ill or had not stuck around anywhere near long enough for Carletta to get to know them properly. Amaia waas wonderful company though and the silvery-gray female was thankful that her sister was here with her. Her nose would twitch as she walked on through the Death Chamber, as she had come to call it. She’d call out again, hoping she was closer to the stranger now. “You there?” She asked, her voice uncertain.