"Y-You need to see B-breeze." Birch chattered, her pelt shaking.... River
Raksha turned to face Birch, her stiff muscles protesting to any and all movement. She stepped closer before she spoke, so she didn't have to project her voice any louder than she had to.
"I'm probably not," she murmured, her teeth clattering, "but let's just say that I am."