Heron Lake Plateau guiding light

As the trio of wolves seemed to tangle and untangle themselves to some sort of relative safety, Phoebe watched the continuing series of unfortunate events unfold with concern. No doubt their mother would certainly have all their hides for this, provided they didn't go about dunking themselves to death in the water again.

At Kite's outburst though, she felt herself leave the scene of trying to corral Vasa for her less than still sister. It was hardly going to be effective, but she met her with soft whines and a quivering nose—for how of the lake she did smell!—to try and soothe her. It was a strange thing, this little tantrum she threw, but in some way Phoebe understood. Kite had always been the least steady of them all, but that had been what had made her so very much her.

”You shouldn't say that, Kite,” Phoebe offered, ignoring her brother's attempts. But even she knew, perhaps had even thought the same. They had begun their share of hunting things, yes, but it had always been in fun... or so she thought. Had they left her out, all those times when they had play-tracked something to death? Seeking some sort of help that may have been more reassuring, her eyes flashed to Eljay as though he would have more to say.

Something adult, anyway. Adults were good at fixing things, right?