Whitebark Stream Two Face's Faces Switching Places

Xahi burst into a weepy, nearly incomprehensible rant, only a few words of which escaped the muddle to reach her ears. "Wait, you bit who? Ali? You bit Alarian?" The thought was so incredible, Lily had to even stifle a giggle. She knew laughter was not wanted nor needed in this situation, and thus remained stoic, her sunset eyes soft and wide.

"Oh, dear, it's okay," Lily reassured her, nudging the girl's shoulder with her muzzle. "You said it yourself--it was an accident. Ali's really kind; he'll forgive you." For once, it wasn't a platitude. She hadn't known the dusty-pelted wolf to have any sort of temper, and though he might be hurt in the heat of the moment, he would realize sooner rather than later that Xahi hadn't meant him harm.

"So, what happened? You mentioned your brother. . .?" she prodded gently, hoping to get a clearer picture of the situation. Perhaps Xahi would calm down enough to give it to her.