The Sentinels whiskey kisses

she approached, and had Casmir spared a moment, he would have questioned why she was so cool toward him. yet he didn't; he thought only of his need. he moved toward her then, dark muzzle questing. "Aria," he whispered, seeking to enfold her into his arms, tears tightening his throat, threatening to spill down his cheeks. "she's dead." 

he knew that the pale beta would know of whom he spoke.