Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

"I don't know," she answered slowly but truthfully to his first two questions. "I lost several kits," she added, feeling a mild pang in her breast. "They didn't have any symptoms, at least none that I could see. They simply... died." Quip swallowed. "I don't feel unwell," she thought to add after a slight pause.

Something rustled overhead and the vixen flinched, peering upward. It was just the wind picking up and soughing through the foliage of a tree growing on a bluff a few yards above. Beyond the ruffling leaves, she could see how dark the sky had gotten.

Turning to face the young wolf again, she waited to see if he could provide any information about an illness sweeping through the local wildlife. There was nothing he or anyone could do for her young now but it would be good to have answers and to know if she should be careful making contact with other animals.