Bramblepoint one in the chamber

Sphyra'd left the Caldera and wasn't really sure where to go now. She'd gone to the Frosthawks, but she had felt restless there and hadn't stayed for very long. Upon her return at the Caldera the pack had been empty, even though she could still smell the scent of her family on the borders. It was eerie to be at the Caldera, so she didn't stay for very long.

It was a coincidence that young Sphyra happened upon Bramblepoint. She smelled a wolf there, but she also smelled familiar scents, and it was those that lured her to him.

Ears perked forward when she caught the small coywolf with food. She immediately realised why the smells were familiar: that was hers! She hadn't thought of bringing it, but seeing someone else with it enraged Sphyrapicus suddenly. Just because the pack borders were fading didn't mean that others could plunder her things! Hey, that's mine! she roared at him. Even though she was much younger, she was bigger already at eight months of age. Sphyra bared her teeth as she headed towards him.