Blacktail Deer Plateau you said that we can’t go back

varinril had disappeared. a fact that saarthal had realised some time ago - distantly, a thought niggling the back of her mind but ultimately tossed away, pushed aside as something else popped up to take her full attention, this usually being the presence of a stranger wolf. now, thinking about it, they should've had their date already and vari should be the wolf she'd turn to when confusing thoughts emerged after encounters and she wanted someone else to help sort them out. 

in fact, that was exactly how vari's disappearance had first floated to the surface of her mind and oh, god, saarthal was a terrible friend, an absolutely terrible friend. even if varinril had left on her own free will, still, any friend would've noticed...but she'd been out doing god knows what-and shitshitshitfuck did they notice, anything- "hey max!" she'd spotted the girl and in a typical single-minded saarthal manner, had completely failed to notice mallaidh's presence until she was skidding to a stop beside said wolf. she greeted mallaidh with a friendly nudge against her cheek instead and thanked all the deities above that Father wasn't here because he would've killed her if he saw how she'd abandoned all her lessons so quickly and was disgracing the name of rome.