Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

The little she-pup drifted to sleep almost as soon as Elwood had finished grooming her, while the rambunctious boy continued to wiggle and squirm. At least the bath seemed to have pushed his mute button, however; Elwood was smiling at the silence and just beginning to draw away when the puppy suddenly clamped onto his tongue. He was surprised by the sudden touch, although it wasn't painful and didn't last for long. He stared down at Titmouse for a long, amused moment, tongue still sticking out from between his teeth, when Finley's voice suddenly had him turning his head sharply.

Though she greeted him cheerfully, Elwood's ears splayed and he ducked his chin guiltily. As he raised his eyes to look at his mate and explain what had happened, Raven's dark figure materialized from the early morning shadows. He watched as she wordlessly lowered herself to the ground and embraced the deceased puppy. "I don't know what happened..." he said quietly, shifting his gaze back to Finley. "She didn't make it."