Heron Lake Plateau A beating heart of stone.

the gnarled she-wolf remained under the shade of the canopy, stealing glances from the pack's beta to her squalling children. she had little energy to devote to policing the cries of raleska's unjust torment at the hands of svalinn, and even less energy in silencing them outright. as she briefly monitored their tumbling form towhee spoke; caiaphas' ear fluttered in attentive motion, and she pulled her gaze from the cubs and briefly acknowledge the she-wolf with a dip of her sharp muzzle.

"no," the siren answered with a shake of her head , her voice hushed - not that it would have mattered, for the shape of her lips were evident enough that had towhee been studying them she would have easily made out their forming. caiaphas had yet to learn of the beta's condition, and thus far, had simply assumed the flame-backed wolf's voice was simply an inexplicable quirk.

the bobcat had since moved on, yet she remained wary. she had lost too little to blithely trust hers or her children's safety. "you?"