Morganna could take care of herself, but it didn't mean his heart didn't fret. They hadn't been parted since last winter, except for her solo trip here, and he was a little antsy. There'd been a few more snowstorms. Slowly but surely covering the ground. He couldn't help how often his eyes went to the mountain. Nor count how many times he thought he heard her stepping up behind him. Unable to remain idle, he decided to visit the empty home of his childhood for the first time in ages. The tiniest flick of hope he might find a clue why they'd left this time.
Closer to the heart of Grizzly Hollow his steps stalled. How he wished he was simply visiting like there was someone here to see. Was his mother still alive? At the Reach with Trisden and Hocus? Is that where Rook had gone again. Another step of trepidation, the scent of a loner lingered. His russet hackles half raised, gold eyes watchful. He wasn't familiar with this wolf.