Mount Apikuni silence is the language of gods

Tucked into herself, Sao flinches as the ground thunder beneath her and the gist of wind above her causes her to twitch. Afraid, tired, she's unable to open her eyes to see above her. The shrieking yips do little to ease her, the screaming going on for a few seconds before ending. It didn't sound like those she spent most of her time around, but far too shaken to figure it out keeps her stuck within herself.

Before she knows it, she's being judged by a wet, warm nose. Hot breath coats her and she whimpers to the added heat and, for a second, only tightens herself inward. Eventually, she unravels and slowly sets herself eternal to look upward. The sight of a white, blood stained muzzle causes her to squeak, but weak, fever worn legs can't carry her very far to get away.