What was that on the wind? With one forepaw hanging Sabine froze mid step to listen. A slow smile lifted her lips as she identified the the owner of the laugh. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. It had been quite some time since she last met up with her sister, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the laugh belonged to Sunniva. With the wind whistling around her it was a little hard to pinpoint the direction the laugh had come from, so Sabine was going to make Sunniva come to her. She tipped back her chin and howled to alert her sister to her presence.