She'd never searched for them before. Since early winter she had kept that promise to Sagacity. Not once had she gone out with the intentions of satisfying the curiosity that burned inside her. The Keep wolves lived close by. Close enough that she came across traces of them. Wisps of scents in the cherry trees and kills made in the meadows. And she'd been content with that. Little reminders of her reclusive neighbors. There was no real reason for her to look and she'd had things to do. So winter, spring, and now summer had come with only those unobtrusive reminders and an idle curiosity.
Until now.
The traces of them she came across in her normal travel had vanished. There weren't something she kept track of, just random little findings, so it took weeks to notice the absence. She remembered the faces from the hunt, all of them working in tandem. That meal had stayed them through the winter. Over the following months she'd learned nearly all their names. What could have happened to them?
So -finally- she began searching for them, not expecting to like what she found. The forest was deathly still. The silence was a far fry from her bustling little thicket full of jays, squirrels and wolf pups. But this was the best place to search, she'd always suspected they lived here. Dry branches reached out for her, digging into her pelt as she cast forward. Her hackles rose, unnerved by the place. It was just as close and confining as her thicket, but utterly dead. It was only late evening, but the canopy cast the forest in deep shadows. Everywhere she searched was empty, but here and there she caught stales traces of her neighbors. She whined low and the sound split the silence. Something terrible must have happened, and she needed to learn what she could for her own packs well-being.