No More Secrets [Mandatory Pack Meeting]

Eddie raised her speckled gray head from the water, a bleeding trout hanging from her jaws. The she-wolf pricked her ears and sniffed the air. A distant howl could be heard on Wheeling Gull Isle. For a moment, for a fleeting heartbeat she forgot she was part of a pack and wanted to ignore the howl and avoid the epicenter.

But then it passed. It was a call. That's what wolves in packs did, right?
They called each other in times of crisis, so everyone could work together on solving the problem. It could've been just Silvermane yapping about though.

Still, the tall she-wolf ran towards the isle, trout dangling and all, and approached Majesty with curiosity in her eyes.