It was just a season of surprises for the woman fist she had stumbled upon her brother, the memory of which still irritated her and then she had saved the life of a young man and now? Cirala had been surprised once again to catch a whiff of one her siblings, this one her sister. Satu had not shown any signs of leaving the pack, so why should she be here of all places? The scent was weak, diluted but there. The woman frowned, almost turning away. She had made the mistake of approaching her brother after happening upon him, but then, he had never been a part of their family really.
With a resigned sigh and a shrug the woman padded off to find her sister, the scent was very near to the river, almost overpowered by the scent of the water itself so the going was slow at best. Then stones started to pop up upon the horizon, first one of two then they seemed to be appearing exponentially. That was when the scent grew stronger and the woman picked up her pace, blue/black paws pounding across the ground as she loped towards her sister.
There! Resting upon one of the boulders she could make out the figure of her sister. She slowed some as she drew up before her sibling, a slight smile upon her face. The poor girl seemed wet and more than a little confused. "Satu." She spoke softly dipping her head in greeting as she stopped before her.
