Silvermist ran to tell Fireclan about the pup napping. She past her sisters grave and stopped. Something was different. She remembered she couldn't bury them because the ground was to hard so she put branches over them. The mountain was there, but not her sister. Maybe another predator? she thought and then continued walking into Fireclan.
Two weeks ago...
A black wolf got up shaking with feeble legs. There were branches laid around like they were moved. All the wounds were patched up and the wolf was tired and the last thing ahe remembered was blacking out. She took a step forward and staggered along into the night of the forest.