Sawtooth Spire mach schnell

more wolves materialized from hither and thither and phaedra thought with intensity of feeling that little else would occasion a conclave of the whole realm (a coronation or conjugal ceremony perhaps, but these things she'd yet to learn of, if ever) than the recovery of her missing brother. hope laded her chest; dewy-eyed lamb, it seemed her soul had no diminishment of the fool's mead.
her glance had brushed over elke and ciri, the latter whose gaze briefly comingled with hers. the girl unfurled an abruptly dazzling smile, however, phaedra didn't have the opportunity to return any sort of politesse—her father drew up alongside her and imparted, sotto voce and to her visible despair, the drouth of her well of hope regarding thade's homecoming. her shoulders dropped, ears bowing alongside her head.
"then wh-" her voice, shadowy and small, was cut off. when she turned he had moved away to address the the pack and inform them of this meeting's purpose: they were leaving this mountain. they were leaving home. 
"how will thadey know how to find us?" phaedra worried in the privacy of the darksome chambers of her mind, "he'll think we didn't want him ... he won't know where to go!" phaedra despaired inwardly as she sinuated through the group, not really listening to the adults speaking amongst themselves, troubled as she was. concerned with her long-lost littermate, and the picayune gloom over losing her elysian garden forever ... but mahler's inexorable manner and final decree presented her with no option but passive acceptance. 
so, passive she was, milling in thoughtful circles, not mentally present as she brainstormed some way to relay to thade that they hadn't up and abandoned him, should he ever return to his birthplace. what could she do? leave a path of flowers to their port of call? "the wind will only snatch them," she thought with an irritated huff, scuffing a mark in the dirt with a dash of her paw.
with her tail slack at her hocks, phaedra walked to the periphery of the gathering until the grown up's voices were out of earshot, seating herself with a slouch as she tried hollowly to reconcile herself to leaving everything she knew behind.
even her own brother.