Blacktail Deer Plateau Well, your left hand's free

The gasp from his packmate drew his eyebrows together in concern. He was about to ask her what wrong, but then she was speaking, asking about Liri's scent fading from the territory. He sighed, dropping his gaze to the ground before speaking. Liri is very sick. She won't be able to see anyone for a while, he explained solemnly. I'm sorry. I know you guys were close, he offered gently, hoping she wouldn't take it too hard; she already had enough going on with her head injury. Her question did make him think he ought to have a pack meeting to inform everyone so they wouldn't get worried about her fading scent like Minori had. He began walking again, needing some kind of distraction from the heavy subject.