Swiftcurrent Creek for what it's worth

she's not seen her friend in some time, and her call had her peer over her shoulder with a small smile, pausing. "rosalie! join me?" she knows, from the scents around the territory, that she has largely been sequestered with her young. she knows her family has seen loss - one of her own pups, though the details are unclear to the huntress, and now the disappearance of two of the older children. children, like mothers, seem to disappear often, she ponders a moment. had their ranks allowed, she thinks surely some sort of search party would be organized, but with so many young and few adults, they are stretched thin enough as it is. she doesn't ask how Rosalie is doing - to that, she already knows the answer. still, she knows her own grief would have been helped by some distraction, some feeling of usefulness, and hopes a simple patrol can offer that.