Whitefish River There's nothing that I wouldn't do

Errrgh... she wasn't convinced. Not really. Her ears stayed flat as she nodded a watery little nod at her sister's explanation, because it was true, but she wasn't sure if she was feeling like the better wolf today. She crinkled up her nose, following halfheartedly with small steps, though she knew it was mostly for her twin, not her mother, or the puppies she wanted nothing to do with.

Maybe just a look wouldn't be so bad? But.. Syrma wasn't feeling it, even as her paws drifted on the pathway towards the den.

Once closer, she kept her distance, wearing a very sour look once she heard the other, slightly older puppies afoot too to make matters even worse somehow. They made her tense, so did the presence of the leader. Mostly, her sights were on Spica to attempt to get through this. She was really trying, though it probably didn't look like it. This was likely the most they had seen out of her in weeks.

First cue to get out of here, though, and she would be on it.