Sierra lay in the den, curled up. She wasn't asleep, but stared at the wall thinking. A faint voice reached her ears. It called her and West's names. "Coming!" she called, thinking it was only a packmate. She padded outside, looking around for West.
west sat on a bolder at the edge of camp, he didn't recognize the voice calling his name. he tilted his head, listening. he hadn't seen Rebel since he was much younger, so of course he wouldn't recognize the voice of a grown a wolf, as the voice of his little brother. he looked around and saw sierra. "Hey." he said gruffly, concern furrowed his brow. "You want to go check it out with me?"