your voice cracks like a piano

Scully's eyes were closed with contentment as he gnawed the muscle off the dead hare's bones. It had been a good day so far; the weather was calm and the sun had been out every hour to beat down on his fur. The hunt for his meal had been quick and easy, and so far nothing had disturbed him. Until damned Clouse appeared from wherever the hell he had been and spoke. The young man had sensed the kid coming, but didn't move a muscle to acknowledge him until he dropped the word 'sis.' Scully's eyes snapped open and his muzzle rippled with swift ire.

"She better of had you by your throat," he growled, hackles creeping higher with every word. His silver eyes snapped up and down Clouse's frame, looking for any marring and found none. Why had Ellery let him come back to them? He didn't smell like her, so she hadn't come with him, right? Did Clouse actually out run her?