Meadowlark Prairie Caught up in This World

her next step after talking (or attempting) to the healer was to call the rest of them together; she understood quite clearly the importance of making sure none of the rest of them faded away after casualty like this. the flooding was merely an echo of the past, only the opposite cause. the mass exodus from the territory, the missing scents, the people or bodies who may (or perhaps certainly) still be within the territory—

it was haunting, but at least she knew what to do. a foreign howl calls them together before she can attempt to do so herself, and she answers it swiftly, coming to meet a wolf who appears only vaguely familiar. "tobias." she greets as the name comes to mind, brow furrowed. "have you seen any sign of evergreen, or ira? I think I've counted three, four other capable adults still with us." there was hardly any time for small talk, not when the list of the missing grew longer than those who remained. it was the latter she was concerned with; only them, this time.