There was shouting in the distance, though she couldn't make out the words, or who the voices belonged to.

It was enough to send the yearling running to see, hackles raised, jaws parted in anticipation of the fight ahead. The cougar had just attacked recently and tensions were high, could you blame the girl? But the scene that unfolded itself before her had her skidding to a halt, the snow around her spraying up as she stopped at the top of the hill.

Looking down at the group in confusion, as the protective fury was replaced with realization.

With her tail wagging furiously, Nephthys threw her head back and howled. Deep, melodic, and most importantly celebratory. A call to the pack, to her brothers, a welcome to the home that is.

A welcome to the home that will be.

At the end of the call, she raced down the hillside and threw herself into the pile. Where have you been