Light it up

For a blind wolf, the wails were nearly insufferable. The more the wind picked up, the louder it became. By now, Pythia's ears were flattened against her skull, brow slightly scrunched in a disgruntled expression. At least she had her sister's boisterous voice and personality to help keep her distracted. With the sound of Gilda's eager digger, Pythia's own paws dug faster the dirt by the spire. Surprisingly, the dirt there felt... harder than the dirt behind her. That didn't seem right.

Stopping for a second, Pythia turns around to start digging a few feet away from the spire. "Gilda, why's the ground different here?" She questions, lifting her dirt covered nose to seek out her sister's movements. It just wasn't adding up.

"speech"