Sun That Rises Over Tree

Sol stared in horror at the bones at the floor of the den, his blind eyes blinking rapidly as he felt them. They chilled him to the core, despite the warm season of summer falling apon the plain the bones were.. Cold. The formation of them meant ruin, destruction. Something even death couldn't save you from. He let out a involuntary whimper as Sanity peaked his furry head into the den. He could nearly see the image of Sanity in his head, his eyes were filled with exhaustion as his tongue lolled out his mouth, spilling salvia onto the floor. His anger scent wafting off him in waves that almost overwhelmed the blind wolf.
"Still having trouble managing the half-mutts?"
He asked, not sounding like he was disappointed just stating as a matter-of-fact.
Sanity nodded,
"I never should've let them in." He snarled, as fully stepped into the den Sol scented blood.
"Are you injured?" Sol stood up, hurrying to his alpha's side, pressing his nose into his fur until he found the wound. It wasn't too deep, but it was deep enough to be painful.
Sanity winced, nodding before quickly realizing Sol hadn't actually seen the nod he corrected himself,
"Yes, one of them bit me, but you better believe I gave him a chomp he'll never heal from."
He snarled, Sol felt him tense, quickening the blood that was rushing out the wound,
"Relax Sanity, and the last thing we need is more bloodshed you remember-"
"Don't! Don't remind me!"
He snapped,
Sol went silent, applying herbs into the wound until it was compacted.
"Stay off that arm, You'll make it worse, and for the sake out our ancestors above. Please, be more careful."
He gave Sanity a concerned lick on the ear before sending him off.
He turned back to the bones sprawled on the cave floor. He'd messed up the formation of them when Sanity had startled him, he couldn't shake the feeling of internal dread that hung over him. He huffed, shoving the dry bones back into the 'bone pit' laying down to try and fall asleep to the usual sound of Sanity's screeches and barks.