Nose to the ground, Serach was slowly sniffing his way across Spectral Woods. From an outsider's perspective, he looked like a bloodhound that had caught the scent of its quarry, but the truth was much more mundane than that. That morning, Serach had chanced upon a brown squirrel while walking with Corsair. His son has taken an interest in the creature, but the yelping puppy had sent the creature scurrying to the safety of the trees. Taking initiative as only a dad could do, Serach had taken it upon himself to track down the little mammal if only to be the hero of his son's day. Nevermind that had been several hours ago, and Corsair had long since lost interest.

It was in pursuit of this tree-dwelling creature that the Bend leader came across another scent, one that pricked his interest enough to make him abandon his hunt. Lifting his head, he looked into the trees in the direction the scent led, wondering if perhaps the forest was simply playing tricks on him. It was worth it to find out though - the yearling the scent belonged to had vanished into the woods without a word one day, right when the Bend pack was at its most vulnerable. Deciding it was worth looking into - even if that meant losing his squirrel - he changed directions and began to follow.

He didn't bother to make himself hidden; he had nothing to hide or reason to avoid a meeting with the young man. So when the familiar black coat with white markings didn't appear after a few minutes, Serach decided to be more direct. "Tenebrae?" he yelled into the forest, wondering if anything but silence would answer him back.