Sparrow was a bit older of an Ice Wolf now; the rest of the pack treated her as one of them and trusted her as such. But she was still young, being around one month away from the "fighting age." Not much was said to the pups about what the "fighting age" really was, but soon she would find out, as one day... Off in the distance, a huge crash of land sounded, faintly yet tremendously. Sparrow looked up from her game with Falcon, and he crashed into her. The brown-and-white wolf pup shoved her brother off, finding her feet as she stood up. Moon came crashing into the small alcove with another Ice Wolf, panting. The elder wolf grabbed Sparrow; quite roughly, by the scruff, and moved on at a brisk pace. When Sparrow and Falcon had been set down in the main quarters of camp, Sparrow opened her confused mouth.