Archer
He'd searched everywhere. Everywhere he could think of, except here. He really hadn't wanted to climb the mountain in the snow, had really hoped his daughter hadn't done so, but maybe she'd suddenly decided to try finding her mother here? Could she even remember the way? How could she, having only been here once, so young? The Lost Lake wasn't the easiest thing to find - hence its name and why the Cove wolves had first found fit to make a home here.
But he needed to see if she'd come here seeking sanctuary. He didn't know why she'd gone but he was so incredibly scared. Archer needed to find her. He couldn't return back to the Backwater without her. He couldn't admit defeat, couldn't go home a complete and utter failure. He couldn't give up on his daughter.
He reached the borders and howled, hoping that perhaps he might soon see her bounding through the snowy brush toward him.
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.