She hadn't been looking for him. To be honest, the first few days he had been gone she had thought nothing of it, had even assumed he was up north to the pack two days away. As far as she knew, they were more or less allies. Ravenna herself had met a good handful of their members, each rather polite and respectful. It was Kerberos whom she had favored, who had done so much to help her on her venture for a very specific fungi. She had a good that soon, now that the children were born, she would be able to steal some time away to meet Kerberos in the middle for a day's training session on herbs and he had asked her too months ago. Surely they could use the help, if only to ease a mother's pains, lethargy and anxiety.
Ravenna's head lifts to the overcast sky, taking in a deep breath. His scent was strong here. "Sven...?" The name whispered under her breath, the name of both her nephew and her Leader. As the days went by without seeing her nephew she began to wonder if him. What was he up to now? Perhaps he had not gone to the north after all. Perhaps Sven had gone east to the mountains and this was not odd for him to do ether. Sven cared deeply for his pack, but as a young wolf (as Ravenna's self) he still was curious of the land around him. The world was filled with both beauty and disaster but even if he was curious nothing trumped the comforting Willow forest of home. He had promised he was here for the long haul and Ravenna had trusted him.
It had been weeks now, however, and Sven's scent on the borders was fainting, replaced by both Nicolo and Eskil's as far as the men in the ranks went. A high pitched whine vibrated out from her throat and into the air as she pressed her nose to the ground, the scent of blood mixed into the caked earth. Ravenna followed it south and it grew stronger. The tall grasses and fresh soil holding onto the blood here. It smelt of someone she did not know, though more importantly it smelt like Sven. He had gotten into a fight, this much was obvious. But with who? And where did they go? Her worry and anxiety heightened, she kept her nose to the ground, sniffing out the fields furiously in her search. The silver belle pauses, only to lift her head to the sky and call out to her breathren for help. Something had happened to their Leader.