Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Sulfur had been trailing after his brother Wade, a shadow as the other boy moved through the rooms. Curious, but not yet bold enough to stick his nose in rooms that didn’t belong to him on his own, Sul followed his red-furred brother’s example. Quiet, observant, being a support and a lookout in case any of the adults came by to see what the boys were up to. But then suddenly there is a loud call, one that stresses the importance of everyone showing up. Sulfur looks over at Wade, his ears falling as he questions if they were in trouble. Wade doesn’t seem to notice, however, and is already on the move, the dark boy following after him.

Others are gathered… wolves he mostly doesn’t recognize… and his big sister. He slides close to Wade’s side, shifting on his paws before sitting next to his brother. There is something weird about the air… the heavy expressions all the adults wear. He doesn’t like it, his ears pinned against his head, brow furrowed, and red eyes wide. What was going on?

"Speech," 'Thought.'