Tea too hot to spill

It was late for most wolves - which was Kite’s favourite time to move around the pack. This was the time when she had her freedom, where she could see where she was going, and who she ran into. She did find she relied rather heavily on scents, even with her mask off. Perhaps it was a habit engrained from a lifetime of relying on it.

So when she caught Crux’s scent, she could get just a tinge of his worry murking the trail of it. Curious what her brother was doing out here so late, she decided to follow the trail further into the woods. She found him on his hunches, looking into nothing. But what really caught her attention was his throat. She stomped up to him, shoving some of the salve aside with a paw to get a better look, her heart hammering in her throat. “Crux, what happened?” She demanded in surprise.

"Speech"