Bearclaw Valley what you need is a sweet caress

Whut? She grunted, as if punched in the stomach. Kill who? She asked, one ear flicked back at the ridiculous notion. 

Sobeille’s calm expression led her to assume that she was talking about either Athalia’s sister, or her birth mother- more likely, the former. Her thithter, Amnerith, went travelling about a few month ago. She said, with a pang of regret. She missed the girl, and hoped she’d return. Haven’t theen her thinth…Wait- She said, stiffening. Have you theen Amnerith? 

Was this the bad news she’d been dreading?