Silvertip Mountain Entertain me.

June hadn't done much at the pack meeting aside from watch people. She watched her father for the most part, as he was the one in control and with all the things to say (many of which went over her head), but she also watched her brother; she noticed his disinterest in their new mother, and that was strange to the girl. She made up her mind on the spot - she'd find Zaria and ask. But things got in the way, as they often did with June, and she was distracted. By the time she remembered what she was going to do, hours had passed.

She found Zaria's scent and traced it to the glass caves. It wasn't the only thing she could smell though - there were strange other smells, sharp things, sour things. The dull aroma of deer hide accompanied by various odd, new aromas. They made her nose tingle; but it was brief, because the strong winds of the mountain range were blustering again, and June was pushed along by them. She ducked her head in to the caves (even though it was probably unneccessary), and crept along, only to pause in the heart of the cave and call out meekly, "M-mommy?" It sounded odd to call out and expect Zaria to answer (or to call her mother at all), but she wasn't so averse to it. Not like Mason.