Voron whined quietly, starting to become disconcerted with his lack of response. She was just opening her mouth to ask him, when she heard the other female's voice. It was very near, and the black she-wolf spun around with her fur bristling in shock. Her brown eyes were wide, and her open slightly with surprise. It was almost comical, the look on her face. Then seeming to come out of a trance, she said
"Whaa-" but before she even finished the word she had spun around again, making sure her brother saw the strangely coloured female standing before her.
He was gone. There was no trace of him, not a single mark upon the perfect snow to show that Cheron had stood there. Panic flowed through Voron, and she lept forward to scrabble frantically at the ground. Her claws soon scraped frozen earth, but she kept digging as if she expected to fond him hiding under her feet. Finally, she gave up. Throwing herself upon the disturbed earth she sniffed sadly at the ground, but could find no olfactory trace of him either. Laying half-sprawled on the ground, she turned her eyes to the bi-coloured wolf. Voron's eyes were too sad and desperate to be angry. "What did you do with him?" she asked quietly, her voice sorrowful. She knew in her heart that the wolf hadn't taken her brother, but was too shocked and confused to say anything else.