Dawn may have been aloof, but she certainly wasn't completely blind to her packmates' comings and goings, much less those of her siblings. She worried about them, for she knew firsthand what the loss of a mother was like, and it was that and more that had pushed her away from her brother, had her push their family further apart, in part. She intended to find one of them that day, perhaps Dauntless for she hadn't seen much of the boy, or Lavander, who seemed quiet and sombre, or Easy, who reminded her most of herself. It was the latter she found as the picked her way down to the pond, but her entrance was ruined when what she assumed to be solid earth shifted beneath her forepaws, and she slid ungainly into the muddy banks. She bit back a yelp as pain blossomed through her still-healing paw and her ribs twinged. It took her a moment to find her footing at the edge of the pool, mud-covered and gazing slightly sheepishly at her younger sister.