Date TBD (first/second week of January); Early morning, before sunrise; Freezing fog; -18° F/-28° C
For those who had known Angier Lyall inside and out, one would bet their eye teeth that the Willow Ridge Leader would absolutely lose it in the absence of his mate and under the pressures of running a pack on his own beside someone else. Described as a follower by his innermost nature, surely, Angier would face the conflicts of especially following Elettra's sister, his sister-in-law. @Sorya. Stubborn as he was, perhaps this was an opportunity to see just how well he could fare, especially after something like this - his children just up and disappearing - had happened before. Three times over between him and his brother Borden. For his mate to go off after Greer the missing prince, just like Borden had done the first time around, had his nerves absolutely frayed.
Inside his head, warnings like terrified birdsong and howling wolves were sounding off one after the other. What if Elettra was held up somewhere? Alone? Injured? Sure, he knew that the Queen of Willow Ridge, a princess of Torbine, could defend herself, but to simply know that she was out in the world on her own was still distressing.
He kept along his path, a trail of hard-packed snow that was solely maintained by him, Sorya and, on occasion, Skoll and Mordacai. A quick sniff, however, told him that the only one to have recently passed this way was Elettra quite a long while ago. His throat tightened and he tried to peer through the fog that still lingered over Relic Lore. He wagged his tail a bit, whining softly.
Oh, how he missed her when she wasn't near... That much was clear.
A shake of his head momentarily cleared the forefront of his mind but he found that he could not continue on his way. His feet were stones, planted firmly into the frozen earth, his shoulders and limbs as rigid as the boughs of the ancient trees. Without thinking, it rose from him in a needful song that could have covered the whole of Southern Eden if it were capable of such a thing, a lonely, hauntingly hollow summons for the woman who held his heart...