Eventually, he had to stop moving. He'd tried to find @Caelia 's trail, but had lost it the second she'd been taken out of sight. He was angry at her, if only she'd listened, she might not be dead. Laurel's anger quickly turned inward — it hadn't been her fault, it was his. He should have acted better, he shouldn't have snapped at her the second she'd asked his stupid name. Maybe if he could have made it a game, maybe if he'd started out friendlier. A thousand what ifs buzzed through his mind, a thousand things he could have done. Each new solution only made him angrier at himself, because it only made the things that he had done stupid. And her poor parents, not knowing where their kid was.
Laurel could have mourned over the small pup for ages, but instead he shoved the feelings down. It made him feel hollow, but hollow was better than sad. When he'd lost her trail, he decided to make his way up the mountains again. He wanted to see the lake, he wanted to lay in the cool water and forget about everything.
When he finally saw the water, he wanted to sprint. But he was tired, and just dragged himself. With coyotes at every corner of the world, there was little time for rest or sleep. But when he reached the water, he lowered himself into the shallow water and sighed of relief. Minnows swam around him and blood seeped from some of his wounds. For a few moments, things could be peaceful. His snout dipped under the water and he blew bubbles to drown out the noise of anything else.