((Thank you!

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Willowsong padded swiftly through the dense pine trees around her, with fog so thick she could barely see more than ten paces ahead. The dead, orange needles that littered the floor crunched beneath her thick-furred paws. The chilling wind that sent shivers up her spine also sent something else. The most alluring, comforting scent she knew filled her nose, but also made her fur bristle.
There are others on this island.. She paused, thinking for a moment, then turned her head to warn her brother. Her eyes flashed. "There are others, here," She whispered, her ears flicking to catch any sudden sound. "We must be careful, we don't know if they're like us, or..." She didn't need to finish her sentence. Oakleaf knew.
Oakleaf's normally spikey fur was smoothed flat against his body from the water that clung to his fur. He was coming to hate water, after their little 'swim' at the beach that was about a mile behind them now. Willowsong's warning about others, here, trapped on this mysterious island with them, brought hope to his clouded heart. He liked company, and wished his sister would be more social. Knowing her, she'd do anything to avoid contact with any wolf. But, unable to blame his sister whom he loved so dearly, he merely nodded, then continued their slow trek through this thick forest.