Hushed Willows sister of pearl

Mali was getting to the point of thinking yet again that he was going to have to go and search for himself since nobody around this hellhole seemed to care other than Delight.  Why had they moved when his sisters were missing?  He still couldn't fathom why.  He bet that if one of their kids were missing, they would have stayed put forever but now that they had control of the pack, Mali and his sisters were somehow lesser, and nothing that had happened had proven him wrong.  The world seemed to circle around that other family and all the sheep seemed to be happy with that.

The falls, though, were wrecking havoc with the scents by wafting things around on unpredictable air currents, scrambling the scents and the directions they came from, and generally leaving him befuddled.  He was pretty sure he was heading towards the edge of the territory at least, and it didn't seem like Delight was hot on his trail... Or was he?  Oh, heck if Mali knew.  One of the mothers had been through here a while back, but like that would stop him from doing anything.  As far as he was concerned, they had zero power over him.

Sourly, he trudged on.  And honestly, he'd probably gone a bit past where Brilliance was, albeit a few dozen yards away, before his brain processed the muddy mix of smells and he came to a dead halt, his fur standing on end.  Hello? he yelled, cautiously.  That better be his sister and not a ghost, but due to the fact he still hadn't left the territory and nobody had announced her return or told him, he was leaning towards ghost. The fact that spectral phenomena probably didn't have a scent hadn't crossed his mind.