The Sunspire the once and future king

@Rannoch @Liffey @Terance

The signs of spring touched the land, ushering out winter's hold, yet still no sign of Zenith. Iovan had never been one to worry, but even he found he couldn't stop the low burn of anxiety that shadowed his thoughts. He should have known this would happen, letting her set off on her own - and what was he even thinking when he'd let her? That he would find her? Of course, but he hadn't. Nor had he managed to catch wind or hide of the pack Illecebra had sent him to find. His journey West roamed sporatically across the vast and unknown domain, and in avoiding the South, perhaps he had missed both his sister and his mission altogether.

Even without the yoke of his failures to press upon him, his fur felt too heavy. His energy dragged a little slower every day that followed, and he found himself missing Zenith more and more. With the two of them together, they could do anything - but alone, well - this was harder than he'd expected.

Iovan had scoped out this mountain for a few days now, a tactic that felt in tune with what he imagined Zenith herself would have done, had she been with him, and had spent the past two mornings trying to hunt down anything he could present to them as a gift, knowing right now, with his gaunt and tired eyes, he hardly looked a wolf worth giving a sniff. But he couldn't let them think that, and finally, this morning, he'd found success. A hare dangled from his jaws, and he set the animal down at his paws so he could loose a howl for the leadership here and shook himself out, triing to look something less than a lost and tired loner at the end of his rope.