He had seen the signs. Really, it could have been seen as miraculous that she had lasted this long; Celandine's spirit had been almost as large as her ego, and it was hardly a surprise that Whitestone's sweet little princess had decided she couldn't do the whole subservient thing any more.
But Craw was disappointed. She took Maeve with her, the pair reunited by his actions alone, and this was how they thanked him? At least it answered the question of where the frosty Argyris' loyalty truly lay, and it was not with him. It comforted the spider, in a twisted way, to know that Celandine was capable of caring about anyone at all. He was yet to decide if he regretted finding Maeve, for his budding scout may have stuck around otherwise, and yet perhaps with an ever growing resentment for her subordinate position. It had surprised him that the white woman never challenged Capable - but @Isuni was hardly a wolf who presented weakness. Maybe Celandine simply saw no outlet for her ambition within Whitestone.
Craw sympathised with that. He just wished she'd been big enough to tell him, rather than abuse his trust and simply never come back after one of her long trips. But maybe she would come back one day, claiming that he had never really defined how long she was allowed to be absent for. He hadn't yet decided how angry he would be in that case.
It came at a delicate time, of course, with @Wraith needing time to chase his own ghosts, but at least Craw had absolute faith that his Second would return, barring extreme circumstances. It wasn't as though Whitestone was suffering from low numbers, and even with winter upon them, Craw was not worrying just yet.
Still he found this trip necessary. Making sure that @Morganna knew where he was headed and why, just in case it ended up being an overnight trip, Craw set off towards the forests to the east to find a ghost of his own. Lachesis was far more corporeal and less sinister than those that plagued Wraith's mind, of course, and Craw came for much less unhappy reasons. It hadn't taken him long to find a trail left by a Hearthwood wolf, and had ended up following the river down to the depths of the woodland where the pack's borders lay fresh and clear. But not strong, perhaps. Rather than announce himself immediately, Craw took a leisurely moment to lower his nose to the ground and sniff out their markers, to try and determine the state of the pack from who and how many were patrolling their borders. He could only smell full adulthood on three distinct scents, though they had a yearling in the pack, a cycle older than this year's offspring. He recognised @Lilya and @Lachesis among them most easily of all, and that was comfort enough.
Raising his scarred snout to the air, he let loose a few short, deep calls, just enough to resonate through the territory - a clear and curt declaration of his presence.