It was time — past time, really — for him to stop sulking. It wasn't like him to avoid issues like this, but it was probably more unlike him to even have something so silly like this happen to him. He had briefly considered leaving Relic Lore, but he knew he could fix this. So after he mulled over it and stayed a short time in the north, Larkspur turned around and headed back south. The trip back was much nicer than the trip up. His wrist had healed and the weather was brighter and considerably less wet. He wasn't in much better spirits, but Larkspur was rarely in good spirits to begin with. Just some days he was tolerable and some days he was not.
He had found the girl and the small, awkward-looking pup after a few days. Larkspur had started where the two had first left and meandered up the mountain and towards one of the nearby packs. It had only been his rotten luck that the girl was a part of a pack, which would only make his job a little bit more difficult. Knowing that sooner or later the girl would leave the safety of her pack — pups were known for wandering off, anyways — Larkspur patiently waited. The warmth of the hot springs was welcoming, but not soothing enough to let him relax. He was ready to go home and sleep in the comfort of his log, he was ready to be surrounded by wolves he was at least familiar with.
He sighed and plopped down in the warm dirt, chin resting on his paws.