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He searched and searched and searched. Every room in the mansion, each of the linked caves, every inch of the pack lands was empty. He didn’t want to give up his search, because that would be admitting that it was true. But her already faded scent was more than enough evidence to point out that she was gone. Ghita was gone. It had been weeks now since her initial disappearance, and yet the chocolate-hued male still felt the need to keep an extra watchful eye out when he inspected the borders, just in case. He knew that by now his extra searching was just a lost cause, but he had to hold onto hope, lest he let his worries get the best of him.
It was cold, overcast, and rainy; all in all a fairly typical day in this region for this time of year. Usually on days such as this, Ehno would cut his patrolling to a quick search, preferring to stay inside and busy himself with his woodworking if the rain continued for long. Today though, the Italian man had lingered at the borders where his sibling had disappeared. Just as each time before, he wanted to go out and find her, but he knew the too-faded scent would only lead him nowhere. He shook his head and continued on his way, finally admitting to himself that if Ghita wanted to be found, she wouldn’t have left them without as much as a goodbye.
On his way back home he noticed it, an out of place scent cutting straight through the borders and into the pack lands. Judging from the direct and unwavering path this individual took, there was no hesitation, not even a slight pause to glance around the obviously claimed lands. Immediately Ehno set about following the stranger’s path, thinking that whoever this was intruding on Crimson Dreams territory better have a damn good reason for being here. Ehno wasn’t about to let some strange wolf strut around the pack lands, especially while there were puppies about.
With his quick pace, it didn’t take him long to spot the intruder--a male patterned with a timber wolf’s mix of various browns and grays. “Hey!” he called out to the stranger, not slowing his pace until he caught up with the male. “What business have you got here?” He eyed the intruder critically, taking in his distinct markings as well as the odd proportions that were typical of one’s halfling form.
He searched and searched and searched. Every room in the mansion, each of the linked caves, every inch of the pack lands was empty. He didn’t want to give up his search, because that would be admitting that it was true. But her already faded scent was more than enough evidence to point out that she was gone. Ghita was gone. It had been weeks now since her initial disappearance, and yet the chocolate-hued male still felt the need to keep an extra watchful eye out when he inspected the borders, just in case. He knew that by now his extra searching was just a lost cause, but he had to hold onto hope, lest he let his worries get the best of him.
It was cold, overcast, and rainy; all in all a fairly typical day in this region for this time of year. Usually on days such as this, Ehno would cut his patrolling to a quick search, preferring to stay inside and busy himself with his woodworking if the rain continued for long. Today though, the Italian man had lingered at the borders where his sibling had disappeared. Just as each time before, he wanted to go out and find her, but he knew the too-faded scent would only lead him nowhere. He shook his head and continued on his way, finally admitting to himself that if Ghita wanted to be found, she wouldn’t have left them without as much as a goodbye.
On his way back home he noticed it, an out of place scent cutting straight through the borders and into the pack lands. Judging from the direct and unwavering path this individual took, there was no hesitation, not even a slight pause to glance around the obviously claimed lands. Immediately Ehno set about following the stranger’s path, thinking that whoever this was intruding on Crimson Dreams territory better have a damn good reason for being here. Ehno wasn’t about to let some strange wolf strut around the pack lands, especially while there were puppies about.
With his quick pace, it didn’t take him long to spot the intruder--a male patterned with a timber wolf’s mix of various browns and grays. “Hey!” he called out to the stranger, not slowing his pace until he caught up with the male. “What business have you got here?” He eyed the intruder critically, taking in his distinct markings as well as the odd proportions that were typical of one’s halfling form.