September 13th; Evening, hours after sunset; Partly Cloudy; 57 ° F, 14 ° C.
After taking quite a walk just beyond the borders, Angier returned to Willow Ridge. His head and tail were held at a neutral position, his heart feeling a little heavier than usual. At first he merely walked the borders, going from landmark to landmark and pressing his paws in places where he felt it was necessary; by sundown, his path steered him inward into the heart of the territory, past the Infirmary and past many a familiar tree. His pale eyes scanned the spaces between the trees, his nose twitching every so often in case he happened upon a recent path where Elettra had recently been.
Every so often, he thought he caught a whiff of her distinct scent then attempted to follow it and ended up losing the trail. Whether tracks had been a day old or only hours old, he couldn't particularly tell anymore in this part of the Ridge. As far was he knew, she was everywhere around here. She saw and heard everything; perhaps, if he kept still long enough he would find himself being observed. After some time he stopped at a certain clearing and held his breath, holding still as he listened for her approach.
Impatience saw through him, though, and as if he couldn't help himself, his tail waved about twice in the air. "El?" he tried, his hopeful bark a simple blip of sound through the willows. His teeth clenched together as he waited, withholding all the words he was yearning to share with her about what was to come.