Despite everything that was going on, things with Vanadis were going stronger than ever. But, Viorel was not as stupid as his mess would make him seem. He knew he couldn’t live in bliss with his girlfriend when he had a pack to lead who was undoubtedly disappointed in him, and a friend that he had purposely knocked up. He could pretend everything was sunshine and daisies and rainbows, but that was just asking for further trouble.
He needed to find Clover and ask how she was feeling, what he could do to make her more comfortable, how he could help her through this. But, he didn’t want to just call out and have everyone know he was searching for her, he didn’t need any prying ears. Instead he waited until late evening, and skulked around the borders in the light snow, waiting for Clover to come back from wherever she was. He figured she was out rooting for herbs, or watching the herds, or something else productive. She had been an outstanding member of the pack since before there even was a pack.
Pacing along the borders silently, his paw prints melted into the ground before being covered in a light dusting of snowflakes he searched. He wasn’t going to sleep another night without speaking with the healer, he needed to do what he could.