Dawnlark Plains the tumor had eroded through the pulmonary artery

There didn't seem to be any real threat here, so after another moment's thought and a pensive bite to his cheek, Eventide moved forward with his sniffer high in the air. Ben-ty? he cooed, repeating his sister's call. It didn't make much sense, this word that she'd used, and he was curious to know what exactly it meant.