@Oula <3
Silently he stared at the little hole at the base of the tree. The tiny den had been chosen so well that even now, with a layer of snow upon the ground, even with nobody to maintain it, the entrance was clear and unobstructed. Tomen knew the burrow well, but even to a less familiar wolf, it was obviously abandoned.
He exhaled, feeling the rush of warm air on the tip of his nose. It had been so long that he couldn't even smell her anymore, her faded and replaced by the ever-present musk of the tree itself. Once, he had come this way to find that small rodent squatting in her house, and had refused to leave until the intruder was dealt with - permanently.
Wherever the little owl had gone, what if she came back and found that someone else had moved in? How could Tomen explain that? And what if it caused her to turn around and leave again, thinking this was no longer her home?
Stepping forward to press his nose against the tree, in some hopeless attempt to reconnect with the past, with the time when Prudence had still lived here, his eyes drifted up the rough bark of the trunk to gaze wistfully at the branches above. He could follow their criss-crossing and shapes effortlessly, having stared up at this tree more than perhaps any other in the territory, because he had once spent so very much time here, just talking... talking to a little burrowing bird who had never said anything back but to coo at him, to tolerate his presence, to allow him into her life and, for a short time, those of her offspring.
Stepping backwards, eyes still high, his rump fell heavily to the ground, heart thumping sadly in his chest.