Dragoncrest Cliffs doulè

They must? As in, they had no choice? She took her aunt's words fairly literally, and frowned even more deeply. She wondered if there was anything she could to do stop them from going. It was already hard enough that Quennell and Swordfish had gone away on a hunt without her- and it had turned out horribly. But for all of the boys of the pack to leave? It pulled so strongly at her heart. 

Mireille tried to distract her with her favourite treat, but she found that her gut felt empty, but not hungry. No amount of sea urchin eggs could make her feel any better, now that she'd found out her brothers, her cousins, her family...They would go off, and leave her there. But maybe it would do her heart some good to see her grandmothers. Maybe they might have more advice, so she solemnly nodded, and stood up, not bothering to shake the sand off her pelt. 

What would it matter if she was a bit sandy? What good was being clean, and what good was eating tasty things when she knew she would lose her brothers?