Sink or Swim

Sarka had grown used to moving through the caves, being so small she could reach through cracks most other wolves could not. As she was growing she was still a mute by choice and her brothers were the only ones who had heard her speak. Azael had spoken to her about running off and finding their dad, but she didn't think he would actually do it. The runt would be placed in a crack in the stones of the cave, just out of view of her brother as he let out his call. Her beady eyes looking over her much larger brother. After a few weeks of their birth, even if she wasn't the last born, sarka had been the smallest and the most fragile of all the azarak pups. Once she built up the courage to climb down from the crack, she barked at her brother. A new device she had discovered rather than speaking was her voice to bark and make small howls. As her tail wagged she raised a brow to her brother and nipped at his paws.

After doing so stepped away, "Azael where did you go!?" The girl asked in her soft voice the same as usual when she had spoken before to him. She rarely felt comfortable using her voice, with the exception that this was a question she really needed answered. Most of the time she would try to figure things out herself to avoid speaking, but this was important. Had he left to find father, and had he found him?