Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

Ouch, sorry about your hand, Ku!

As they moved through this strange post-apocalpyse, the world de-greened and devoured, Little Voice looked around with silent interest. Thanks to the presence and comfort of the pack, his adventurous spirit was slowly returning, though his confidence wasn't. Perhaps it never would. Still, there was something to be said for that albeit very small thrill of excitement in his heart. Everything was rather scary, true, though Little Voice was too naive to wrap his head around the urgency of having three young pups and no home or source of food. Instead, his golden eyes kept themselves trained on the road ahead, and gazed curiously up at the mountain range. Where were they going? The small Arctic Wolf walked with Harlyn and looked at her with this exact question in his eyes.