Here and there it mingled with the scents of others, only further pushing him to locate the wayward wolfess. He was flitting between emotions of excitement and trepidation. One scent he found abhorrent, that of the wolf that had been lurking on the borders of his home and he struggled to repress a growl as he stalked forward. It would seem they had shared a hunt from the scattered bones he stumbled across, although her scent continued and it would seem his sister had come to no harm.
He continued to make his way through the oppressive forest, so like that of where he had been born. Here he found an abandoned den and wondered if he had completely missed her. He crawled into the shelter of the hollow tree and basked in the scent of family, memories washing over him like waves on a beach. He emerged from the den and howled. Hoping she may still be in the area, or somewhere close enough to hear his call.</blockquote>