Well We Ain't Got No Radio

The sudden changes affecting the land had Aoife in a high state of excitement, the tiny wolf practically bouncing as she bustled along with her companions to investigate. She'd heard such rumors about everything that she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't, but if this turned out to be more than just a flash in the pan, she could get some real song fodder from it. And if it was something dangerous, she might be needed to help. Having hands made a lot of things easier for her than other wolves, not just instruments.

She was especially glad she'd come all this way when she spotted one of her brothers unexpectedly. Coran was scratching at the dirt in a thoughtful looking sort of way, and while they'd had a rocky early relationship and she'd have once been scornful of his company, now Aoife didn't hesitate to join him there. He'd changed as they'd gone through life apart. So had she, probably, for that matter. "Hey brother, what are you - " She stopped, feeling something strange about the ground under paw, something that made even her fur prickle with unease. "What happened here?" she amended in a far quieter voice.