The Bracken Woods Прибытие

A cheeky smile crossed his face as his sister's paws became caked with mud, her disgust palpable as she lamented their recent immigration. They, well, she had offered to become the vanguards for the Apaata pack, scouting out the lands that one of their own had recently travelled to. He too had no reason for their movement, the land still as cold and bountiful as it had been when they first woke up in Alaska. 

He snorted at her mudstained appearance, leaping forward ahead of his paler sister. Don't sweat it, sis, He looked back to her, his winning smile broad across his face. We'll avoid as many muddy places as possible if it means keeping you happy.