Trotting away Phantom tasted the air, smelling the cubs near by. Crouching slightly she looked into the hollow log and spotted the two cubs hiding away, sighing she trotted into the log slightly then stopping not to far away. "You kits alright?.." She questioned a half smile plastered across her face.
Katier became bored of sitting in the tunnels alone, sighing she lifted to her paws and yawned; then trotting out the cave, the cold air instantly hitting her. Growling a little she shook her pelt and sniffed the air; wolf, meat and felines wafting into her snout. Licking her lips the grey fae trotted towards the source of food she could smell.