Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure

It probably wasn't a huge secret and no one seemed to be covering it up. Since Sparrow made a habit of keeping out of her packmate's personal lives, she didn't pry on the specifics. New pups, however, were more of her concern. Pups were something the whole pack needed to agree on protecting. Not that they had a choice. She'd never force her packmates to like pups, but they were going to be expected to be kind to them, to help where they could, even if begrudgingly, and protect them at all costs lest they walk the planks later. Sparrow wasn't going to give them a lecture unless they needed it, but she hoped their instincts would fill in the gaps.

Coming more into the den's proximity, Sparrow made her presence known, "Well, I wouldn't have chosen winter of all seasons," she mused, gesturing friar away to grab some things she had prepped for this occasion if she had guessed right about what was happening- which she had. "But they're here either way, so what can we do to help?"