Redhawk Caldera right where you left me

With the pack still recovering from the loss, with down-trodden leader, two old people, badly mauled adult, ton of unruly kids and a sulking nearly-two-year-old, it was a miracle that nothing bad had happened yet. With so few of the people, who actually knew, how to do a proper job along the borders, caldera felt way too large for the small family that was inhabiting it. 

Therefore had it not been for Dwin in the vicinity, when Sylvie had called, her older sister would have waited a ve-e-e-ery long time for anyone to appear. She did not recognize the she-wolf, because
[size=small]Dwin's older siblings had not been present for the most of her childhood and youth, therefore naturally the images of the faces beneath the names had faded away. "You look too old to be a lost kid," she told the stranger mistrustfully. "What do you want?"[/size]