Locustkit's gaze snapped up in shock, for she hadn't scented anything even near her! Everything living was simply a stale trail or musk. Her confusion added even further at her visitors appearance. A transparent, shimmering, small but broad shouldered wolf pup with a tufty tail and startling yellow eyes.
     'Dead wolf... thingy....' she thought in awe, but gained a more upset, distressed attitude than anything else. 'Great...'
"Locustkit." It began quietly, gaze glimmering uncertainly as it padded forwards.
"That's me" she answered dryly, annoyed quite clearly as she was still caught in the prison of barbed vines. Tail brusquely raising as it no longer was entrapped. "What do you want? See-through spirit thingy."
     The pup wrinkled his snout slightly, "You can call me Falcon. I came to speak to you."
     "Talk away, I'm stuck right now." she added sarcastically, unsheathing her claws in frustration. 'I cannot care less if I killed a supposed to be mystical mood. I'm talking to a hallucination, Great.' "ACTUALLY, I'll talk first" Locustkit snarled suddenly, "Last I saw a living cat was when they were dying, I'm being kidnapped by a wolf for no identifiable reason, and I'm talking to a frosty looking trick of my own hunger. Continue."
"That's why I'm here" Falcon pointed out reluctantly, "Sparrow is my brother and I thou-"
"Wait, wait wait!!" The white kit shook her head vigorously, feeling the brambles loosen slightly, and wriggled her hindquarters slightly, upon realizing she might not be stuck forever because of this spark of hope, the sarcastic but emotionally unbalanced clan cat opened their jaws again; "Who is Sparrow? Cut the nonsense names and get to the details."

POV Switch
     Sparrow bounded forwards, trapping the startled hare under his wide paws and ended it quickly with a swift bite. It had taken far too long to find prey, this wasn't a probable area for his or the little-claw's survival or health. He also worried that his elongated absence might have given the small thing a head start in escaping, which would necessarily be horrid, it might survive on its own, or he could catch it again. His conscience enveloped him as he allowed his prime instincts to guide him for a moment, picking the furry rodent up in his maw.
'Perhaps if the young pup creature stayed with him they'd learn to communicate, or at least help each other out. Due to his probable exile; in fact, he wouldn't doubt the alpha decreed his death, or worse, his betrayal, to the entirety of the pack, it might be nice to have company.' This negative aspect of thought clouded his mind as he trekked back to the patch of yellow grass and earth he had left the other subject at. 'Maybe those Big-Claws would have done the same for the smaller offspring of the original owners of the mountain... If they had any heart or brain to begin with.' The last part, Sparrow added distastefully, 'didn't bother to save Falcon, wouldn't bother to save anyone if we hadn't been fast enough.' Perhaps that was what had lead the dusty colored wolf to sympathize with the enemy, forever and a half was the amount of time he had spent contemplating the exact topic.
    Finally, he reached the spot of nettles he remembered on his first trip out, and sank paws into the delicate but, if your fur wasn't long enough, painfully stinging flowers. Sparrow was careful to leave his scent about here, but not mark the territory, that would just be wrong, since he wouldn't be staying. It would greatly confuse anyone passing by.
At last, he broke through into the more sunlit area, half surrounded by spiny bushes and half Invaded by the same plant. Where he had entered, the undergrowth was thinner, more so now that it had been trodden on, and the ferns which stood tall, always gave hint of the breeze's direction. If it weren't for the lack of water and prey, this grass barren but still fairly growth populated area would make a great camp.
     But that was the end of his dreamy fantasies, and what he saw next made him drop the brown haired catch.
Falcon
     For but a brief moment, he believed the mischievous youngest sibling had caught up with him, to tell him to return to the pack, that everything was alright. This was far from the truth, and it his him hard in the chest like a falling tree.
This was a Spirit-Wolf. A dead wolf.
"Falcon" he choked in surprise, eyes wide. His sibling turned his head and gazed up at the eldest brother, despite the sister being the oldest of the litter. The pups eyes were a sharp yellow as they had been as well the day he was slaughtered by a Big-Claw.
     The misty, transparent figure dipped its head, tail angled towards the little pup he left in the bush, who had escaped and now stood stone still, staring up at him.