Whitefish River when i'm gone.

Eshe had looked and looked across the Wilderness, but no where could she find a trace of her brother. They had been travelling companions since leaving home, and while it was normal to go a couple of days without seeing one another, they always found each other again. The Frostfur worried that something had happened, but with no trace to be found, she resolved to do her best to remain optimistic. Perhaps he was out there looking for her too--it would be very like him to do so. In which case, it was probably time for her to stay put.

She knew nothing about the pack whose borders she had approached except for it was nearest to where she'd last seen her brother. Assuming they weren't out of their minds like the woman who had attacked her, it seemed as good a place as any to wait. Besides, Winter was approaching quickly and she knew she could not survive it alone. So, after inspecting the scents that littered the area for a few minutes, the young female settled back a respectful distance away and tilted her head back to request attendance.