Overture Downs got a real good feeling something bad about to happen

Sif looks between the two older wolves, jaws parted in confusion. There is something going on that she doesn't quite understand - undercurrents that she is not adept enough to name. But they're bad, and instantly, her body is low and tight, ears laying back in silent supplication. Has she done something? Is Wardruna mad? Noma is.

Feeling stricken, the girl hovers awkwardly in their midst, watching the exchange with wide eyes and an expression of alarm on her face. Wardruna says something to her, but she misses it entirely. An assurance? A scolding? A farewell? Before she can decide, they are both walking away, and Sif's head begins to spin so fiercely that she presses herself to the ground, an uncertain whimper passing her lips.

"Fyrirgefðu," she calls out, her voice throaty from held-in emotions. "Forgive?" She doesn't know what she's done, but she's desperate to fix it.