Early evening, Light rain shower, 60F/16C
It was raining and every drop of water was washing their last traces from the borders. Iopah felt them strike her gray-saddled back and seep close to her skin. She hurried along, wanting to catch whatever hint -whatever fleeting clue- might be found. Inkheart and now Camio were still missing. None of the women had said anything to each other. The absences were still unmentioned, but far from unknown to the others. Following their own hours and habits all three had begun their own searches. The proof of it was on the border itself; the scents and footsteps of the other were as frequent as hers. They were searching, too.
The ground was sodden underfoot, tracks washing apart before the woman's very eyes. Her sensitive nose picked up a great many things - the musk of the remaining Pines wolves, prey animals, and the clean scent of rain. Under that cacophony of smells there was nothing left of the two missing males. Even before the rain there would have been precious little to find, now there was nothing. Iopah lifted her dark nose from the carpet of red-cedar needles. "Damn it." She whispered softly.
There would always be wolves that left, either against or of their will. Her reaction now was no different than it had ever been. She wanted to find them, just as she had Hollow and Danica, Aideen and Pacem. The two males deserved the same from her now. But, even as an ivory paw moved over the border, her pale ears swept back. She was no longer a huntress-turned-scout that could look far and wide for them. Koda would worry, her daughters would be frantic. With a soft sigh she reclined to her haunches, right on the borders, and parted charcoal lips to send a mournful query into the darkening forest.