Poison Examination

Zhavvi. The female repeated her name again, and June wondered if she was supposed to respond in kind. Wolves seemed to like to share their name, but June found that it disturbed her. Her name was hers and yet her father gave it out like it was everyone's business. She was on the verge of referring to herself internally by her middle name, no one knew that, and being forced to share it herself. It cemented her decision.

Humility listened as the whine of frustration echoed. Something was wrong with the food. She looked at Zhavvi, referencing the name to her unique scent markers. "June." she said, her voice quiet but chilling with its clarity. For one who rarely spoke she had clear pronunciation of her words. She hadn't picked up any bad speaking habits, her words were clear, precise and each one enunciated as it deserved. "Food bad?"

It was a question but her voice didn't do the normal higher pitch that seemed to resonant with questions. It could easily be misconstrued as a statement but her questioning look would hopefully clarify her intent. She stepped hesitantly forward and sniffed in the direction, focusing, trying to figure out what was wrong. She didn't know what an entire carcass was usually like in order to compare.