Blackfeather Woods Using your shirt as a pillowcase

He shook his head slightly, trying to get the thoughts of the death out of his mind. He didn't want to be reminded of it. So many wolves he cared about had disappeared. He had even left his own sister, for some strange reason. Even if he tried to find that reason, it wouldn't make any sense. He looked up to Cyn, a small smirk on his face. "Aw, 'ya care about me, don't 'ya?" he cooed.

 It was then when the a certain smell floated through the air. It made him both glad yet unsettled. Venus' scent, but mixed with sickness. "Venus?" he called out.