The world is what we make it

The miserable child lay curled in her den. The explenation for her condition hadnt been unexpected but Rhythm's version didnt sit right with her. After the diagnosis she had decided to stay in her cool den the rest of the summer but jer brother had other plans. Ballad huffed heavily as Lament's call reached her ember marked ears. Reluctantly she pushed herself to her paws and slipped out of her den. Her ears remained pressed to her skull and her tail curled to her belly as she followed the trail.

Lament would likely be concerned with her depressed stature, but Ballad had no care in making up appearances. With her features blank silver eyes eventually came to rest on her brother and another slip of a she wolf. The markings were familiar, but Ballad couldn't grasp at her heritage.

She approached cautiously, fire kissed ears perking forward curiously. Uncertainty she signed as she said his name. "Lament?" who was this? Did she have some of their answers?