He couldn't stand to be in the Draw. He knew he couldn't bare to go to Hidden Tree, or Bramble Falls. The truth was he couldn't stand being. Unwilling to let his body shut down with the wants of his mind he kept up the search. Suka was smart, and he wanted to believe he'd gotten away. It was just a matter of how far. Where he might find somewhere safe from... He believed it had to be a wolf. It was the only clue that was certain. On a whim he cut a new trail west. The wildwood wasn't the only forest, and he didn't imagine his son staying in an open space.

The weather wasn't on the Tainn's side. It was the main reason he didn't know where, or who. As the evergreen greeted him, he realized how empty this place was. Was the Draw and the Ridge the only packs left? He wanted to brush the thought aside, the question seeming as useless as the rest. But, as they had done too many times they needed to get the word out. He needed that word to get to as many wolves as it could. With a stronger sense of purpose, he found new energy to push his stride. Moving deeper into the forest he stumbled upon a small den. "Suka?!"

Nothing happened. Why did he think it would be this easy? Because he wanted it to be. None of this ever was.

There was a quiet voice that insisted he just stop it all now. Drop down, and give in. Realize he might never see him again. Instead of an internal war waging, he turned to see he'd been followed.

"Cannon." His eyes fell upon him. Though they had little to travel. They were the same height now. He stepped away from the den, and the Tainn had to make an effort not frown as he sensed he was afraid. Silently, he brushed his dark muzzle to the side of his head. Just a small reassuring touch he'd done since he was tiny. "I was planning to see if there's still a pack here. Let them hopefully keep an eye out for...him.

He thought he could see the question. "Treyah put the word out for your mother first." Sadly. Still, he was trying his best to believe she was alive out there somewhere. One of the toughest wolves he knew. Even if the chances seemed to thin by each passing day.

An ear twitched. This place did seem empty, but he didn't want to write it off. "It can," he offered. "I think the pack is a bit further too. Gotta go north, then west some. Then we'll know for sure." Speaking to Cannon if it was something basic made things a little easier. After all he still had two children here, counting on him. They were not yearlings yet.

"Yes. There's this one, and one in the thickets. Willow Ridge, but kinda wanted to get to these ones." The ones near the crime scene.

The hope, and positiveness that fell from him was hard to take. Somehow he kept his dark facade from cracking, even if he felt his heart drop. The idea Naira and Suka would be easily found was both terrible, and endearing to endure. Who was to say they wouldn't? But, Triell knew what a bitter pill cold reality was. He had taken it many times. Still....there was no need to take this from his son. The goodness, the light. The Tainn managed a sideways smile, if he might have seen a ghost of his own young self. "Your company would be appreciated, and there is plenty of land to cover." It was all he could say without tripping on his dry tongue. He motioned for them to continue, letting Cannon pick direction. Once more having to push against the tide of shadowed doubts.

"The Ridge is further south. I don't know much about them, but the wolves I've met from there don't give me much to dislike." Sven, and Enoki were all right in his book. They seemed to be sticking to themselves these days. Which didn't exaclty bother him. The wolves of the Draw were doing the same thing. Still, he wasn't exactly eager to go down there just to share some bad news.He would still not forgot Naira's ill feelings.

The almost yearling seemed surprised he wasn't shunned back home. Triell gave a faint laugh."When I was your age I'd seen a great deal of these parts. No reason you can't." There were reasons Triell rather he didn't, but even then he didn't want Cannon to tuck himself away in the Draw. Away from the rest of the world, that wasn't living. Listen to myself. He was definitely old now.

As the young Tainn led out, he kept on his tail. He wanted to believe he couldn't lose his kid, but wasn't going to take the risk. There was no room for error or he would only have one left. Again he was there with sweet promise of everything turning out fine. Triell really had to grin and bare it. It would be nice if things did work out that way, but it was a familiar story just with different wolves.

"Remember keep north,  hopefully we'll soon come across a trail." They just might be close enough to find a hunter's path. All wolves had to eat and leave their pack lands some times. So far there was a lot of undisturbed snow. But, he didn't speak, he was letting Cannon take the lead on all of this.

There was still nothing. Something was definately not right, but he didn't point it out. Not quite. The prick of disapointment adding to the count Though, it wasn't nessacarily the empty woods fault. If the pack wasn't here they had their reasons and not really knowing them it could be at least a dozen or so why they were not here any more. But, he highly doubted any of it were related to his son's own absence. Orange eyes shift from the landscape to Cannon.

"I use to. When we get back to the Draw I'll have to show you my favorite place, " he replied. Since he'd been ill it had seem like ages since he had traveled. None the less it was good to be doing something. Even if his efforts seemed fruitless.

"Have you thought about what you want to do for the Draw? Travel is a requirement for a scout."