"We should go," murmured Kaaili. "Down the mountain. This is no longer our home. We must...we must hunt." She didn't want to be in this position of leadership, but there was no other option. She started to pick her way down the scree carefully, and then...there was a howl. 
Her ears swiveled slightly. "Hmm," she said softly. "It's in the Hills...perhaps they too have had misfortune. Perhaps the spirits are angered." This sentence ended with a grave rumble in her chest as she tried to decide whether to seek out the wolf who had howled. It would be a gamble, that was sure. Judging on the faintness of the howl, it was very possibly an Eirir, a One of the Hills, and she certainly didn't trust [i]them[/i] one bit.