The Bracken Woods don't look at me

The howl was too terrifying to ignore, even if it wasn't meant for her. Lily was at the edge of the woods when it rang out, shivering through the trees. It sent a chill down her spine, and she stumbled over herself to race to the scene, heart pounding. It was Delight's call--had something happened to one of the pups? Or Queenie? The possibilities ran wildly through her mind, and she was terrified to find the answer.

Blood carpeted the forest floor, an ugly sight. Her eyes darted around, fell on the headless body. If she would have eaten, she would have vomited; as it was, she started to retch, head bent, gagging and coming up with only bile-tinged drool. Then her gaze strayed to Delight, curled around Alarian, who was an absolute mess.

Her mouth opened, a weak aaaaah sound coming forth. Then. . . "Al--Al--Ali!" Lily cried, racing to his side while trying to ignore the carnage. She was so focused on her friend that she didn't realize she had spoken aloud until she had hunched down, and her jaw fell open, eyes wide and blank in shock.

"Aaare y-you ok-k-kay?" she stammered, her voice hoarse and rusty after so many days of not using it. She pressed her muzzle against whatever part of his skull was not bruised or bloodied, closing her eyes. Then she opened them, looking at Delight. "Wh-wha' happ-ppened?" Lily asked, gesturing around the clearing.