That autopilot took him to the dens, where he paused to poke his head inside, but nobody was there. The dark wolf frowned, snorting softly as something tickled his nose, but he paid it no mind. He wasn't sure who he was looking for, or whether he was looking for anyone at all, but there was something on his mind and it was silly and arbitrary but...
Stepping back, he stared at the cold and frozen foliage around the den, the hints of green underneath the white, and it made him think of one person. With a renewed determination his feet were off again, this time carrying him to the hole in the ground where the pack's herbs were kept, where @Pip had come when @Oula had been struggling with birthing the triplets, where @Ophelia had once re-organised her father's stores when still tiny and troublesome. Not that she had ever stopped being troublesome... something which may once have brought a chuckle to him, but considering recent events, only made him feel anxious.
"@Veho?" he called, tentative, not sure if the man was even nearby. This place always smelled of him, and the pungent plants threw off his nose besides. "Are you here? I'd like to... uh, to talk to you."