It was a normal day among the pines of his home as the pale healer weaved his way among the wide trunks of the trees. He’d been leader for quite some time now and felt he was doing a pretty good job filling the role. He was still getting over the grief of losing his son but he still had his other two children and Hawthorne that he cherished very much and tried to spend as much time as he could with them. Winter was on the way however and he worried how the pups would get through it as well as the pack. Emrys had fallen into a routine of constantly checking the caches to make sure they were well stocked. That was his biggest worry after the previous year.
Pale muzzle raised Into the air to take in the scents around him. One that had started to hang on it was the scent of winter, he could feel it wouldn't be long before it was upon him. There was another scent there too, that of his daughters. He could not help but be curious about what she was up to. Little Arwyn, she was a good girl but she seemed to always be up to something. Abandoning that path he had been in Emrys chose to follow his daughters scent and find out exactly what she was up to.