Mount Hollow Racing the Clock

The clock was ticking, each and every moment took Tulip further away from him. Her trail wood dissapear the longer it took him and it made him absolutely mad that he hadn't been able to follow the trail further. It seemed obvious to him at least that they had known that they would be followed once they took her. Solas growled at the thought as he continued to drift over the rocky terrain, nose hovering above the rocks. He had to find her, the thought of not seeing her again made his chest hurt. The stormy male still needed to tell her how he felt and in order to do that he needed to find her first.

Frustrated with his lack of progress Solas tipped his head up and let out a howl, hoping that Tulip would hear him and know that they were looking for her and that he was trying to find her. Maybe if he was lucky she would respond back. Ears pricked forward intently he strained his ears trying to listen for a response among the rocks.