Nash wandered the territory meant to be their new home and couldn't help but feel like the peace they'd so desperately been seeking had fled again. His granddaughter had been gone too long. She was old enough to survive, at least for a little while, but the cold had descended on them again. Snow was not far off; if his years of experience wasn't enough, Nash's hip ached enough to warn him. He'd thought perhaps the ailment had left him when it had ceased bothering him for the summer, but he supposed he should have known the cold would bring it back.
He had more important worries, however, and he couldn't let a silly thing like pain hold him back. He couldn't go as far or as long anymore, but he could still look. Matos and Galen were still gone. His granddaughter was still missing; and now it had been several days since he'd seen Magg and her other pup. At first he'd thought she was just looking further... but Neva's absence made something ill sit in Nash's gut. He tipped his head back and called for them, hoping @Magg might still come to him even if she rarely responded to anyone else anymore.