There had been an uncomfortable pressure in Fate's chest for a while now. A prickle at the back of her neck. Something was wrong, and it was making her incredibly uneasy, to the point where she had began pacing a short time before Arf returned.

As she passed by the front window, she spotted a familiar orange shape running down the road. She pulled the door open and nearly ran outside, calling out to her familiar.

"Ar--" And she froze, once the wolf got close enough, and she saw the blood. All that blood.

"Arf!"