Amongst a myriad of strangers and antagonizing landscape, Gent's anxious thoughts were at their height, badgering him far away from any semblance of sleep. Exhausted he prowled the unfamiliar territory, only half interested in what was to be found. Odd that he had come to the borders so many times over the past two years, and yet it was just now that the thicket's secrets were bared to him. It would have been reward, was rewarding but such pleasure was out of mind, if he were not so preoccupied with the heavy blanket of failure upon his life.
He just wanted to go home, dreaming awake endlessly of missing faces returning before him. That he might come back to his own domain to find that Marianna or Raela or any of them had found their way to the Crest once more was a faint hope that urged him to ignore the threatening weather and Nina's sound advice altogether and leave now. Yet he also knew that it was a thousand times more likely that he would only taste the bitterness of disappointment, and so he stayed mired in this aimless wandering.
It wasn't until the scent of another male crossed his path that he was given any reason at all pull all of his focus back into the present reality. Head lifting, his pale eyes searched the dark ahead, anticipating to catch a glimpse of russet. He'd seen Nina's brother earlier in the day in passing, that coat of his unmistakably exactly as Minka had described to him and his scent committed to memory on the spot. There were things they needed to discuss, just the two of them. What better time than now?
Gent trotted forward, pursuing the once-alpha with little care as to what the other might be busying himself with at the moment. This was vital.
"Can I have a word?"