Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

“What?” Saēna queried, though she flinched back when the monster across the river began to heave and shake. A splatter of bubbles hit the ground at the other wolf's feet, and the pup grimaced, lashing her tail in a clear sign of discomfort. She had barely heard what the ill wolf had said, but it had been something along the lines of pie... Which she definitely had never heard of before.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what that is,” she squeaked, taking a step back toward the plateau's path as the monster turned a sharp gaze on her. The other's eyes were a smoldering orange-red, but they were glazed with misunderstanding and, the youth noticed with a pang in her chest, something that could only be sadness. She had seen that same look in her family's eyes whenever Junior was brought up.