Within a moment Jalil was covered with relieved, fervent licks as the young wolf approached Kaaili. Normally she would display dominant body language, but it didn't cross her mind now. All she could think was that one other had lived. The pack was not extinct. Someone had survived. Now as he was asking questions, she circled him, prodding his flanks gently with her nose and sniffing carefully as she checked him over for injuries. When it became apparent that he was unhurt, she let out a long sigh and sat carefully in front of Jal on a large, stable-feeling rock. There should be no beating around the bush on this one. She stared him in the eyes a few moments and then dropped her gaze to his paws. 

"Rock slide," she finally answered hollowly. "Everyone is dead. The pups..." Her voice cracked. "It was probably instant. Painless." Her ears fell flat against her neck.