Celandine made her way through the maze of stones, and miss covered structures in search of Tikhon. Honestly, she had meant to seek him out earlier, but time was fleeting, and somehow the days had gotten away from her. She might have blamed it on Skoll, or the cubs, but there was really no excuse. Pehaps the pale fae would strive to do better next time.
Once she found a recent trail of his, the woman called out in hopes that he hadn't gotten too far. "Tikhon?" The alpha's posture spoke to her title, but as always, remained relatively relaxed. She had never been so insecure as to assert herself in any overbearing way, and the agouti man had never given her reason to question him either.