A little over a week had passed since he and Jynx had set off from the notch for the last time. They'd bid farewell to the rest of the pack, perhaps not in the most personal of ways but he hated goodbyes like that anyway. Now with his mate the former leader was back to being a rogue again. Perhaps this was the life he'd always been meant to lead and for now he wasn't sure he cared much. The only things he had to worry about was the woman at his side and his children that we're in the wind.
It had been sad almost heartbreaking to leave little Milon behind under that tree. He felt that in his heart more as the miles between him and the grave grew. He worried that now they had left the notch their children would never find them. He knew how big the lore was. Elyan and Arwyn still lost in it's vastness, their absence was taking its toll on the former leaders. Emrys felt the distance between him and his mate which further broke him. They were either tense around each other or completely silent and on a few rare occasions they bickered. It was something that had at first been so foreign between them to the point that Emrys was worried for them.
They had traveled west nearly hugging the base of the mountain in their search for the children to no avail. He followed the advice given to him by Lachesis even though there were some days that seemed impossible. Their journey eventually brought them to a meadow in which Emrys stopped to look around. He had yet to check this place though he could see there weren't really many hiding places now with the snow on the ground and the trees bare. “Perhaps we should stop for a rest Jynx,” he suggested a tiredness in his voice. The pale man would have thought that having the responsibilities of a pack lifted from him he wouldn't feel so tired and worry so much but he was and he did. “We can have a look around and see if there are any signs they've passed through here.” It was a suggestion that he hoped would get her attention.