King Elk Forest Tinker Tailor, Soldier Sailor

Carlotta stepped up behind her Grandsire silently, crystalline eyes taking in the devastation with awe. The young wolf had grown tired of waiting for the two to return, so she had followed their scent, not going far before she heard their voices. Carlotta had to agree with Primo, his idea of insects seemed to fit better then disease considering the relatively healthy limbs and trunks of the bare trees. 
Her father's distress was turning to snarkiness as defense and understandably so, considering he had the entire family waiting for him to set up home. 
Looking at Giancarlo with sadness, the female came closer to her sire and sighed. "It matters not how this happened or where we go, there is still the Family. We will follow you anywhere Father." The young girl flicked the tip of her plume against his side in an act of reassurance and hoped he would stop the pointless arguing with Primo. The journey had been a long, hungry one and Lotti just wanted to find somewhere to rest her weary body.