Moonspear you are to me like a very, very wild thing

Alya gave a mute shake of her head, ears flicking back in worry, for a moment. She listened to all of Hydra's questions and concerns before answering, sorry to bring this news but glad, somewhere deep down, that the information she brought was at least of some use to her sister. It told her there was no hope anywhere else, either, at any rate.

"They've all but disappeared," she said in a low voice, not wanting her voice to echo and carry from the small cave. "There are murmurs, in some corners of the wilderness, that they've been taken into the earth somewhere. But wolves are travelling from outside our wilderness to it -- there is no food outside of our reach, either."

That was, at least, of some consolation to Alya. If she wasn't eating, at least no one else was having more than her. She allowed that to sink in for a moment before suggesting, rather dryly, "We may need to start being more stringent about who we accept into our ranks. Take only the elite, and eat the rest. But we will see what we can survive on. It would be a shame if it were to get out, lest that become our reputation. Fear can lead wolves to drastic measures. You remember how Blackfeather was reviled by the rest of the wilderness." Lately, they seemed to have descended into anonymity.