Duskfire Glacier the ladder

Heda was right there beside her, a paw slipping into Druid’s own. Though she felt absolutely frail, Druid maneuvered herself so they were facing one another and gently pressed her forehead to her sister’s. When Heda moved to groom her, she felt at once so feeble and so grateful.

Eyes pressed closed, she murmured, Wolves raided Rivenwood. They came for Laurel. I don’t know why. Now her eyes snapped open, brimming with concern. I told Witch to run. But I couldn’t find her, or mama, or Mahler. I don’t know what happened to anyone.

They could all be dead at the raiders’ teeth, for all she knew. Druid wanted to leap to her feet and run right back to Rivenwood to find out. But she didn’t even have the energy to stand, so instead she wept.