Blacktail Deer Plateau Some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing

Grayday wagged his tail at this news. It was good to hear that not all stories were sad ones. It made him curious how the curse had affected other packs, however. His expression grew troubled.

"Forgive me if I'm prying, but... the red woman - was she a new mother?" he asked, wondering if her absence had been another instance of the curse. It seemed to have failed, if it was. "I ask because... well. Mothers have been dying and going missing left and right. Being murdered, even, for no reason at all. Not just in this pack, but in others as well."

He didn't want to come out and say it - curse - but he thought as much was implied by these words. Part of him hoped that Twill would deny it all, and that Grayday could go away doubting the curse another day, but more and more, he was wishing someone would look him in the eyes and confirm the evil that had been stalking them.