Wolfcry padded into camp, 2 voles hanging in his mouth, and his pelt all wet. "Hey." He said to Stormkit, with the voles still in his mouth. He dropped them on the pile and padded to Stormkit. "You wanna play some moss-ball?" He asked, smiling.
Just a small girl hidden amongst the weakest, waiting to be picked out of them, and to be reborn.