Shadewood the night of long fangs

sandpiper opened her thin eyelids, focusing on her brother. his question was mulled over carefully. while she had never once considered their trek would end in failure, she had her own reservations about finding any surviving kin. not all wolves were as hard as she and her brother - even if they shared their blood, it was no guarantee they'd find survival in the harsh and resolute wilderness.

"if they're a cairn, yes." she said simply, a flick of her tail given as she spoke again -- this time her voice rimed with disdain. "if they're not, they're dead, and not worth our name anyway."

harsh words for a wolf so young, but sandpiper had been shaped by a harsh hand.