You should really ask your parents about this

Motif was still mostly oblivious to the going-ons in Abaven. She had seen little of her father, despite returning to the pack, and didn’t really have the strength to seek him out for herself. She was too afraid she would see blame in his eyes. Instead, for the most part, she glued herself to Poem’s coat, and tried to learn what she could of fighting.

She awoke alone in their den, and searched about for Poem, only to see she had gone for the day. Not wanting her sister to come with a meal, and gentle coaxing to get her out of bed, the dark coated wolf would pull herself up, shaking out her coat, and head out into the world. She knew she slept more than she should be, but sometimes it was hard, it was a small escape from the memories that plagued her waking world. But she also didn’t want Poem to care for her forever.

She went searching for her sister, and would find both her and a dark coated wolf that smelled of flowers, and her father. Did she know this wolf? She didn’t think so, she had been keeping herself cooped up too much. “I can help, too” She offered, so quietly that her words could easily be overlooked.