Sheepeater Cliff So why am I so sad to leave you?

"He wouldn't have left his sister," she was adamant about it.
He was a good boy, quiet and stable.
He listened and loved his sister as far as she could tell.
She could feel the panic rising in her stomach, she felt sick for it.

No, she had to stay calm.
She traced around the edge of the cliff like he gestured to do. Looking for a scent. A sign. His pack scent or fur...blood. Leshen. 
Her ears cocked back to him. Sounded like a good idea.
"We should check." If they were some do gooders like this Yuèlóng was it wouldn't hurt to look for her stolen child.