Duck Lake nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave

It wasn't like she had intended to find, follow, or police her little sister's behavior when she had set out that morning. Fern had no intention of doing anything of the sort when she'd dragged her sorry butt out of bed, keen on finding something that would fill her belly and allieviate the crankiness she had somehow inherited on her trip. Oh, to be home again - but she wasn't home.

So she had set out and somehow, while on the pursuit of something vaguely fox-scented, she came upon a far more familiar scent. Her hunger was forgotten for a whole five minutes; while Fern continued with her task she was mindful of the wolf scent and kept on its path, but had an eye out for orange fur. When she caught sight of some movement her head snapped towards it, and she corrected her course - only to seize up and come to an abrupt stop when she spotted her little sister.

Well, no, Fern heard the girl first and then saw the stranger adjacent. She grinned and charged after them both, aiming to collide with Cyclone and wrestle her to the dirt; the wolf equivalent of sibling rough-housing. "Hey sis!" she called out just shy of her tail.