Silvertip Mountain let sleeping dogs die.

The scream that reached his ears was something he never thought he'd hear. The worst possibilities ran through his head as his paws hit the ground running. He wasn't far, and it took him little time to get there. 

There was both sureness and confusion in the scene before him. Solemn was dead, that was clear enough. What had killed him? And why was Odette responding stubbornly to her mother? He had not heard the order given to the pups. Stoic had his had laying on Solemn's, obviously grieving. 

He walked over slowly, coming to stand to the sides of Zaria and Odette. What's going on? he asked softly, his gaze shifting between the two females.