Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

It was none other than the pack's Sovereign who came to her call. Towhee sagged as Wraen paced closer, questions on her lips. The Kilonova managed to read most of the words, though she found the edges of her vision sort of blurry and gray. That wasn't a good sign.

"I climbed over," she panted, "and now we have to figure out how to get the rest of them out." As the words left her mouth, a strong sense of vertigo overcame her. Towhee swayed, striking out a foreleg and planting a paw as if to brace herself, only for her hind legs to wobble, then buckle. She fell into a hard sit.

Luckily, she didn't pass out completely. Towhee hung her head low between her shoulder blades, no longer looking at Wraen as she muttered, "I think I need a medic."