January 9th, 2018 Clear, -38C/-36F
He could have been there sooner probably. Draven had told Sachiel that he would hang around for a couple of weeks and it had been much longer than that. The man knew he couldn’t winter out by himself, his hunting skills were average at best and he had suffered a lot of weight loss in his travels. But, he still couldn’t bring himself to leave. It would be intentionally leaving his son behind and that felt wholly wrong to do.
Draven had been so wrapped up in finding his son that he had crossed the mountain without even thinking of speaking to Treyah. Now, as he descended the craigy stone he wondered if she would be upset, or if she had even noticed at all.She had a pack to run and he was just a loner who hung around for a while and left her herbs and had a missing kid. Except that one time they had run into some kind of shrine, that didn’t happen everyday.
Now, he stood there at her doorstep again and this time he had actively sought her out instead of bumping into her. With a small bundle of pine at his paws he raised his muzzle and called for her. Now all he could do was wait.