Any way the wind blows;; open - murder

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Shimmering snow white paws and mismatched hues marked the unfortunate as Kiira. Suvi? Kiira? The metallic scent of blood reached her first. Sudden and stomach twisting.  Someone's hurt. "H-hey I-I'm-" here to... Help. Oh.

Oh no. One second a few feet away, then at the canine's side, materializing completely and pushing rocks away.  "N-no, no..." Gently pressing, seeking, searching for any sign.  Nothing.  Not breathing.  No. No. No.  "Vo-Volatile..."

Dead.  Dead. The vixen felt her chest constrict.  Dead.

You can't do anything. Even medics can't revive the dead.  Nothing she could do. "N-no... I-I'm sorry.  I-I'm s-sorry."

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