Grouse Thicket put on your war face

Dagfinn smiled weakly at her response. Thoughts of sisters always led him straight to thinking about Lotte, and this time was no different. Still, he tried to push past this and think of Laurel first. "You have a sister, too?" he asked, surprised. Laurel seemed like such a loner - it was difficult to imagine her doing the same things that Dag did with his twin. Did she have that kind of joy in her? Had she ever?

"Kylla - yes," he responded with feeling, his voice made rough by sudden grief. "She is the other half of my heart. I miss her terribly, and I worry for her all the time. The last I saw of her, she was in a pack by the sea... but when I went to visit, it was to see that the forest she lived in had burned down - and she was gone."

He looked toward the younger wolf, hesitating before he asked: "What happened to your sister?"