Among the greats

Ari was not far behind Gossamer in bounding back into pack borders, though she wasn't close enough to realize that they were both doing the same thing. Because of her positioning as she reentered pack lands she came up from behind Sirius, rather than approaching from the front where he'd have been the first thing she saw. She paused for a moment, seeing the odd tableaux and being immediately wary. Firstly, why was Tamsyn here? She wasn't an Armada wolf. Why was Mojito tending to her like she was injured? Where had Dad been anyway? The odd scent of char filled the air, and Aris' sensitive nose quivered as she fixated on that scent to figire out what was so odd about it. Oh - it was remains. Like when she had tossed that sparrow into the big fire and it had burnt up screaming. But those were wolf smells, not bird smells.

Tilting her head curiously at the cremains as she sidled by Sirius (passing by Asla she stuck her tongue out at her older sister), she took a seat next to Gossamer who was - fascinatingly - covered in coyote gore. "Do you think there was a fire in the Hollows?" she asked Gossamer with great interest. "Someone got burnt up anyway, and there's a Hollows wolf here... who do you think it was?" She didn't really know any of the Hallows wolves to tell, so it could have been any of them. The wolf-body scent of the cremains was weird and somewhat wrong from the charring but she thought if it was someone she knew well enough she could recognize it like she could the decomposing animals she'd dug up long after she killed them to see how the bodies were coming along, but maybe Gossy knew who it was. She could just wait until their dad told them but she couldn't hold in her curiosity.