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The howl was enough to draw in the attention of the pack. The whisking by of her sister was enough to draw Vallkyrie. She followed the trail, noting the fresh scents of her packmates and the hurried footing all towards one exact direction. Sniffing the ground and then lifting her head to the skies for another scent, there was blood. But it wasnt prey, no, and that brought Kyr into a rush herself. 

When she arrived at the foothills of the glacier, icy attention cast between the group - her sister, the medic which she knew little of, Simmik and Mal comforting her to what lie a very obviously passed Matty. Eyes cast to the foothills, the bits of blood where the wolf had tumbled down to his demise. A sudden slip, a heavy drop, a quick death. An unexpected one. 

Vallkyrie's head hung low, tail slumped, ears pressed to her skull as she eased to her sister's side. Aibreann's words had been heard as Kyr had trotted into the scene and so now with a press to her sister's temple, she urges her along.