Atha turns to Ara once they make it back to Sleipnir and shoots him a venomous glare. "I know that!" She hisses quietly at him, "We must make sure, try to find so trace or remains. We can't-" Her breath hitches, "We must try."

With that final declaration, she stomps off through the rubble, trusting that Fenrir would remain closeby and keep the kits safe until their return, a return which might take a while. Coming back with nothing at all was unacceptable. The constant rain has done them no favours, in fact, it makes the fact that the kits aren't currently suffering from exposure even more miraculous, though the area is undisturbed the tracks have faded, and it takes a good half a bell for the two tanks to find a track.

"Can Sleipnir take us both?"