20 ° F, -7 ° C
A few days had passed since he had been bombarded at the lake by both Tagg and Moonshadow. The state that had left him in, especially his talk with Moonshadow, had been one of utter embarrassment for admiring what he had to her. He felt like a complete ass and that by admitting it he had caused a change in their friendship and he couldn't take it back. Still if that was what he had to do to keep her from finding out the way he truly felt about her then it was worth it. Still it hadn't gotten him to move back into the den with the rest of the pack and instead he'd found an old den site. It had needed a little work but he got it too a place where it would protect him from the weather and provide a place he could be without getting in the way.
Still things for him hadn't improved and he knew he needed to do something, at least try to do something to help himself. Tagg's words concerning talking to Namid about Des had stuck with him. Though he didn't know if his alpha knew anything about why Des had gone he hoped that just talking with her might help. Slowly he made his way to the communal den hoping he would find her there, “Namid,” he called softly into the darkness of the den, “Are you in there? I was wondering if we could talk?” He then sat back on his haunches to wait for her answer.