Raseem dipped her head to Moram as she stood beside her, her heart lifting when she realiing that her sister wasn't hurt. She then looked at the children, white eyes narrowed as she looked over the cinnamon-colored she-wolf. She suspected this must be the sister. "So, whelp," she began, taking a step forward so she could stand among the siblings. "You are the three's sister." Her voice was somewhat superior from the start she opened her maw as she looked the tiny, gaunt she-wolf over.