She had taken to silence following her threat, not for fear that anything said might jeopardize the pack, but because her mind was turning over itself, seeking the words she would need to better explain the situation she drug him in. A wrath of nature was certainly what had fallen on the pack, but to admit was to imply that some fault was to be placed on the mountain-dwellers. It would not have been fair, at least to the eyes of its warden. They were not the aggressors that deserved the wrath of nature. However it did not alleviate the feeling that they were being punished somehow.
Her stare remained on the pale healer for but a moment more before diverting to the ground as the whisper of a sigh passed her whiskered lips. “The mountain fell,” was all she could think to explain what happened. “Most of our lost were found but their conditions are not well.” Her brows lowered with the weight of the bitter truth. “Our healer is too damaged to console those that were injured. That is why you are here.” |