Amrya glanced with uncertianty around her. Tired mitts caried her away from the others was it wrong of her to not want the whelp? 
Collapsing on the grass her gaze wandered far before finally resting on the river. 'A cool drink would do well' She spoke to herself

Astila stared up with big,round keen eyes at the two wolves.Tapping her small paw in impatience,Where was the food. Clumsily she padded around them her not yet keen sense attempting to scent food"Hmmm."She spoke after much puzzlement.No food here she concluded silently to herself