gasp, is she dead?!

The young girl drifts in and out of consciousness. As Tethys and Crux speak, she can feel herself coming to. Slowly her eyelids flutter until she can fully open them up. Gasping for breath, she tries to lift her head but is unsuccessful. Completely drained of any energy she thought she had, she looks up at the two who stand over her. A frown laces her features as she looks from Tethys to Crux. How was she supposed to tell them anything? Her Armadan scent had been washed clean and without an ability to speak, she was just another loner wolf to them. Feeling frustrated, she lifts a paw up and waves it weakly at them. Yes, she could hear, but that was about it.