All was a swirling mess of gray-white dust that took forever to settle. When at last it did, Kaaili recognized nothing. She cast her gaze around what was once the den site of the great, the unmatchable Uutar, and coughed dryly. Everything had been crushed by the thundering scree in the late morning, just as the pack had settled down to sleep through the hot part of the day. There had been [i]pups[/i] in the den. Pups! Heaviness tugged at her heart at the realization that they wouldn't have stood a chance. A faint whiff of blood wafted into her snout and lingered, making Kaaili cringe slightly. 

She tried to get to her feet, discovered that her tail was trapped under a stone, and whimpered as she pulled free and felt the blood rushing back to the end of her tail. Claws scrabbled feebly against dusty scree as she tried to search for the rest of the Uutar. "No, no, no," she groaned softly. A paw stuck out from under a heavy rock. When Kaaili moved it, she revealed the crushed skull of the Alpha male, a massive bulky white wolf named Tarukida, and jumped back in fright, tumbling down the crumbly slope and very nearly causing another rockslide. "No no no!" she squeaked. 

Carefully she got up and panted with the emotional exhaustion of having discovered one of the leaders so... disfigured. A soft, careful howl wove from her lips as she called: "Is anyone alive?"