If Askan had to say one thing was out of place, it would be that he hadn't seen Adelayde in a while. He knew that she was about, after the trails of her scent told him so but as to why she was hiding remained a mystery. Perhaps saying that she was hiding was too strong, too dramatic, but at the same time she hadn't sought him out for her training sessions either. She'd been suspiciously absent from his life for the past few weeks and he couldn't help but wonder why.
Not for a second did he suspect that he'd done something wrong,but surely something had to be amiss. She was no longer in heat, nor were the other Rye ladies, so it wasn't that. And from what he can remember they hadn't parted on sour terms. She just... It seemed as though-whether on purpose or not, he didn't know- she'd put distance between the two of them.
And being the nosy sod he was, Askan had to know why, he would get to the bottom of this by the time the day was done. Or at the very least he would have a suspicion as to what this change was.
Trotting along the creek side, Askan headed north-east towards the gateway with his nose to the ground. From the smell of it, she had to be nearby, loitering, or doing whatever she did to pass the time when she wasn't tending to her pack duties. He wasn't going to ask, it didn't matter really. Not in the grand scheme of things.He wasn't in the mood to spend ages looking for her, he had better uses for his time, but fortunately once he drew closer to the valley of the gateway her large, familiar form came into sight.
"Oi." Askan beckoned, then stepped through the creek to meet her on the other side. "So this is where you've been hiding? I swear you're worse than Icicle these days." Now that was an exaggeration if he'd ever said one. No one was worse than him.