Bones of our Ancestors

There was a howl. That was not a normal howl. Warily, Sparrow made her way to the meeting. She kept her head high and her tail a little higher than her spine, though there was an obvious lack of bounce in her step. She padded quickly, quietly until little Sparrow came into view of the meeting. Her eyes dashed around, taking note of the wolves that were present. With baited breath and a still tail, Sparrow pushed her way to the front of the group to face Bass, "Father...?" she murmured, looking towards the brute with tight lips and questioning eyes. Why did he call so suddenly and seriously? She had a hunch it had something to do with Threar, but the mere thought of that made her heart clutch in her chest. She wouldn't sit. She couldn't sit. Staring at her father the Alpha, Sparrow waited for clarifying words.