Kalama watched the pup curl up against her side and thought again of how the bright pups of her pack must have felt. If they were still alive she hoped someone was giving them warmth, food, love. Love...well she didn't love the pup sleeping beside her, but she did feel for him, and she promised herself she would care for him. If only some great force would promise her in return to care for her precious pack mates.

With a sigh she rested her head on her paws and thought idly of her sister, was Naira doing well? Had she perhaps found a pack to join, one that was kinder in their customs? Slowly she drifted to sleep her body curling instinctively around the smaller shape beside her and breathing warmth over it.