Two Rivers Isle Those Who Want To Hurt Us

In the den she lied every night- away from her little wonders as to not infect them with whatever weird disease that had disabled her from talking. It pained her to not sleep with her loved ones, but she knew it was for the best. They were still so young- a simple cold could be enough to kill one of her pups. Still, every day she coughed less, and her voice came back slowly but surely. At first she could only murmur things like "water..." or "food...", but was soon speaking whole sentences again. Being a mute had sucked ass, and she questioned if the total mutes found it as annoying as her.

Vassago-... Her voice was raspy and broken, yet more than normal. What a pleasant surprise, deary. What is wrong?