Redtail Rise who want the smoke? who want the fade?

sea-girl followed the line of pearl's weighted gaze to the peak, brushing her pelt assuringly against that of her friend. "i met masque. we talked about dragonspine formin' dere on de mountain." 
but surely the departure of an older wolf was not the sole reason pearl was upset. it struck her that mulherin hadn't answered at all, and she looked toward nova again. 
"are you hungry? i could hunt for us," chani offered, feeling a bit perturbed by the unsurety. she'd caught the scent of pups vaguely on pearl's coat and smiled now. "i got four baby siblin's dis year! dey be wearin' you out, oui?"