Anabel galloped into the packlands, calling for Kratos. King Kratos! King Kratos! I found something! she yowled. Princess Wisteria? Prince Paeeon? She waited for somebody to come. When they finally arrived, she didn't even look at who it was before releasing her news in a flurry of words. 

I found ten pups at the Elder Tree. Which, by the way, is actually an everblooming cherry tree; can you believe it?! But anyway, their mother is with them, dead, and they have weird wings and horns. I'm afraid they won't survive for long. Will you come with me to look at them? 

Anabel took a deep breath. She'd hardly breathed at all during her tangent. She had a tendency to speak fast when she was excited. 

I'm sorry for being loud and bumbling. I just-I wasn't expecting it, and those pups don't deserve to die. I was thinking, we could take a couple of them in? Ask around, see if Sabertooth or Nightingale want any to raise? They don't have parents, so. . . . It would be a good thing to do.