Accepting that @Finley was really gone was hard, and the reasons why were many and varied. While his generation faded out of existence, though, their youth still had many more years of life to look ahead to. It couldn't be ignored that the shifting in ranks had brought about a new possibility for one particularly young face, and to prolong the talk any longer would be a disservice to both Isla and the pack.
He sought her out when her scent wasn't accompanied by her boys', letting out a chuff in greeting (and warning) when he began to close in on her location. Maybe it should feel a little odder, seeking collaboration with someone who he purposefully minimized interaction with. Out of consideration for what he assumed was her own preference, even. It didn't, though. In fact, it had been a little while since he'd last been so sure of a decision.
"Isla?" he called out, just before she came into view.
"Do you have a moment to talk?"