Broken Boulder It’s not working for me here.

Unknown to Khali, probably, Lily had her own night terrors, and spent the hours trying to either sleep through them or keep awake, her mind on other things. The dark wolf eventually tired of these mental gymnastics, pulling herself out of her den for something to do. She was equal parts joyful and timid to see another out so late, but approached him anyway, wagging her tail in silent greeting.

It was Khali; she'd met him briefly a couple of times. Never had the chance to ask him how he was getting on here, but to look at his face, one would think not well. Which was a shame, really. Now she didn't have the opportunity to ask, and she would never know, unless he gave the information freely. She highly doubted that.

Lily gave him a beaming smile, cocking her head as if to ask him how he was faring. She hoped he'd pick up on the body language; this whole "cat got your tongue" thing was becoming a real bloody nightmare to live with.