The children had been left to their own devices, by now grown and independent enough to not need chaperoning; especially while safely within the borders of a trusted pack. Introductions had been quick and smooth before Gent and his mate had wandered after the Woodlands monarchy's beckoning. A visit that was much overdue. There was still plenty of getting used to one another that needed to be accomplished, and he was certain that the duo would be interested in hearing of the hijinks taking place in the Lowlands.
Yet from the time they arrived to the silence that had now enveloped the quartet, Gent could sense that something was wrong. From the moment he had stepped into the pack's territory, it was noticed that Nina's scent was not present. His mind had swiftly undertaken the assumption that she was no longer assisting in securing the borders, and felt certain that deeper in signs of her existence would be found. Yet still nothing met his nose or eyes, and worry was beginning to infect his heart. It didn't help that there had been something peculiar that glimmered through Aideen's eyes when she'd first seen him.
A distance away from the children now, Gent felt it safe to speak without smaller ears listening in. His glacial gaze passed to Raela once before locking onto Aideen and Miccah's opposing frames, and he cut to the chase.
"Where is Nina?"