Restlessness had taken hold. How much longer would it be? How much fatter could she get? How many were they and what would they look like, and would they wander off like everyone else seemed to as well? Anxiety was an unwelcome companion so when she came across Draven's trail leading from the territory she followed it without thought.
It was only when the scents began to change, familiar and different all at once, that her steps managed to slow at all. Draven of course, maybe one of her pack mates, two or three days cold but... "Hal?" The name left her lips before her brain had time to process it, to process the growling ahead and the ever present yatter of coyotes. The world seemed to spin beneath her paws, quickly moving to close the distance between her and her sister, registering Draven's presence along with... well he smelled enough of Hal and tickled at the shadowy edges of her memory but that didn't really matter right now did it?
"What are you guys doing out here?" It was mostly asked to herself, not that her incessant questioning would help the situation at all. Given the way the silver one was standing so close to what looked like a den entrance and the scent that filled the air, she could only imagine all the worst case scenarios that existed. She wasn't in a state to fight but she would throw her weight in if it was needed. "They won't get past me, but I don't imagine they'd be trying to if you guys teamed up yeah?" Her presence was only likely to add more stress, she was certain, but now that she was here, something had to be done about the vermin before she would allow herself to take her leave, accompanied or not.