origin ver. section 5(3)

“No!” Thane sounded incredulous. “No, no, no.”
A moment passed.
“A little bit.”
Another moment passed.
“Yes.”
“Figured.” Wren sighed, then perked up a bit. “Hey, we’re hosting another fight day after tomorrow. Some Rat Clan warrior from the midlands. Interested?”
“Not right now,” Thane said, stepping out into the square. “Seems there might be something more important going on. Serious Wolf Clan business.”
After a moment, though, Thane reappeared in front of Wren.
“You said a Rat Clan warrior? Yeah, sure, count me in.”
The infirmary was, appropriately, silent – the pale light of the moon casting still shadows about the room. The beds here were almost never full; wolves did not take well to being prodded by healers and preferred to tend to their own wounds. So it was that Sky’s bed was the only one filled that night.
 As Thane entered the room, his ears perked – the ranger was stirring in her sleep.
“Sky?” He asked.
“Mmph.” She grumbled a bit. “Thane? That you?” She tried to sit up, but Thane held out a halting paw.
“Don’t trouble yourself.”
“No trouble.” She blinked a few times. “What time is it?”
“Late. Or early. One of those.” Thane shrugged. “Listen, who was it that just came in here?”