Dawn had broken over Pitch Pine, and with it, Spectre had risen from her slumber and left the den bright and early. She had developed a routine in her time with the pack, and it was something that she was loathe to break. Even when it rained, she could be found emerging from the den to shake the sleep from her pelt, and getting in a good stretch. As a hunter, Spectre knew she had to constantly be on the move, always trying to keep tabs on where the herds were moving, or if there was a particularly popular gathering location for the larger prey beasts. This morning was no different, after finishing her stretch, she trotted away from the den and made her way into the familiar woodlands of Dragonfly Fen. It was interesting, to listen to the chatter of the birds and squirrels, watch the rabbits and other vermin scurry away at her paw steps.

As she did every morning, Spectre paused near a small stream to lower her head for a drink, and then splashed through it to begin the second part of her morning ritual. A good, long run to stretch her legs, and simply to feel absolutely and completely free for a while. The path she chose for her run was random, and always at the end, she would find herself somewhere new, and make use of the new location to find her way back, and to learn where smaller creatures lay. As she raced through the trees, her paws carried her onto the moss covered rocks and fallen limbs of the lands south of her home. She parted her jaws, allowing her lungs to heave in great pants of air before expelling it over her tongue. Limbs of ivory beat along the ground covering, her tail flying like a banner over her back as she moved.

A frown enveloped the features of the pale Pitch Pine second, her tail giving a faint wag from its location between her hind limbs. The female thought a few moments on what she might say to attempt to make him feel better, but she was coming up dry. Instead, the female shifted and stretched out upon the ground on his right side, crossing her long forelimbs over one another. "If...it would not be too forward of me, I have found that...speaking of the things that are weighing on my mind helps me sort through my feelings." It had helped immensely to be able to talk to Silver about her worries of who she was in the past. Now, the pale female had no such qualms.

Ice blue eyes lifted from where they were watching the distance, turning up towards her Alpha and friend. A frown marred her muzzle before she hmm'd, shifting to kick her hind legs to the side, resting her hip against the ground. "To...understand what was really going on, perhaps you have to look farther back? I have few doubts that you were an attentive mate...but did something happen to perhaps cause her to feel unsafe? You have...mentioned before that there are dangers to the pack, and sent Silver on a scouting mission to the north. Would any of these perhaps cause Rosealia to flee for her life? Or..." The female paused her thoughts running a mile a minute.

Now that she had him talking, Spectre hmm'd, thinking more on the subject.. So there had been some kind of suspicious activity to what may have happened to his mate. "Willow Ridge? Where is that pack located?" She frowned, wondering if something had perhaps happened to the female when she had gone on her walk. "Did it happen before you formed the pack here, or after? If..it is before, would it have possibly been in retaliation for the two of you having pups?" She knew enough about pack life to know that having puppies within a pack when you are not the leading pair was generally a large no-no. Spectre hoped it was not something to do with that, but if it was..

His reasoning, though sound troubled her and she found herself frowning, contemplating the wisdom of mentioning the fault she saw in his plan. "..Shade...Silver joined shortly after I did. If Rosealia is still alive and well on the other side of the mountains, it has been months since she has been around you...and the pups. Her scent would have lost anything even remotely related to the three of you.." She lowered her head, saddened to be the one to point out the fallacy to his plan, she truly did not want to. "It is quite possible that she may have either joined, or been forced to join a pack, and would smell like them, and not like you. Now, Silver would smell faintly of our pack, but depending on how long she has to travel to get to where she may run into your mate...your scent upon her pelt may also be washed clean.." She hoped he had taken that into account, and would not get his hopes up that Silver would cross a scent she would recognize. Even a few days was enough to wash parts of a scent from a pelt..but to expect that smell to linger for months of being apart? It was insanity.