Lion Head Mesa [m] crackling

Disa's attempt at soothing was not going well. She could sense it, dimly, and her sharp little ears worked hard to catch any scraps of counseling know-how that a better wolf might have shed into the ether.

"You are not dead, and she is very dead," she assured Serein, who looked worse now than at the start of their conversation. "His brother told me. Then he also died. But their mother is here." A pause to consider her next words. Defne had decided that she was not a fan. "She... will like the children."  Probably. Maybe?