Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Oh. Oh no.

Her dad had died. The agouti girl need not give Leta any look for her to say no more on the matter, and even though Leta's gaze averted she could still feel it being given. Leta felt awful for making the other dwell on the event at all, and murmured, 'msosorry, in a rush, but thought of the others words from before. The damage was done. Leta had made the other think of something awful. Something Leta could not imagine. 

Did not want to imagine. 

Suddenly, Leta wanted her dad. Visiting Ira had been her initial goal, but the thought that her dad might die—something Leta had not even humored as a possibility or that had even occurred to her—altered her priority, significantly. So when the other said oh, Leta let her gaze look beyond her. I guess she is not home today, or... busy... so, I should go... No doubt the other wolf did not desire her there anymore either, for bringing up such a thing. 

Dipping her head, Leta turned tail and quit the scene... and before long, once her guilt subsided some, she thought of her own father and his mortality.