You can't just walk in here-

How long had it been since she had opened the shutters on the treehouse?

How long had it been since she had swum in the ocean?

Her fur was brittle, and her skin was dusty, the glow barely present from neglect. She had always been a slim wolf, but now, if anyone got close enough they would notice ribs poking through her fur. But who would notice? Her mother was the only one that came to visit... Well, her mother and Sakana now.

His monkey had tried to air the treehouse out and she had slammed the blinds down behind the primate, hoping to trap any lingering scent of Dread inside the treehouse. Her mother had taken the children out to play and she had sent the healer and his companion out soon after. The still sat where he had left it, she had retreated to a corner and curled up on herself. Maybe if she just took a nap, he'd be back, her children would be back and everything would be ok...

She had barely begun to doze when there was a knock at the door, her brows pulled down but she didn't dare open her eyes, not as the scent of herbs blew in on the breeze, nor was Wenna called her name. She hunched her shoulders, curled in closer on herself and shuffled to place her back more firmly to the door. She barely grumbled a growl, words beyond her.

“Speech”