Moonspear small pack of wolves

When her sister called, the lack of urgency to her tone was not as encouraging as the alternative. Yama was slow to arrive as a result, feet dragging and expression sunken; arriving on the scene and seeing the children with a mother and father watching over them stung, and she wondered if this was perhaps a punishment. Had she not mourned enough that she needed reminding now? Or perhaps all of this—the image she wished to be a part of and her parents’ deaths—was the world’s way of getting back at her for not searching for her dear twin all those months ago.

Whatever the case, Yama hung back and observed the children from afar; she did not want to outright ignore her elder sister’s call but, at the same time, she was not so sure that she should impose on the otherwise cheerful moment.