No. No. 

He could scent her-- just barely-- as he patrolled the borders. She smelled the same she did the day he'd left her. This time, however, he didn't smell him. Surely the man hadn't left her-- Aaron had proofed him himself, he seemed like a fine man with wonderful intentions. He wondered how far out the swarm had gone, and then if his poor, beloved sister had been part of the chaos the locusts had reeked. 

He mind left his body-- momentarily-- as pure instinct took over. His paws thudded against the barren ground as he left the thick-- but greenless-- forest and made his way straight for her scent. The closer he came, the more real she was becoming. He heard soft whimpers, and he legs moved even faster. They burned, for the man was large and not a fast runner, but he kept moving forward, unwilling to allow his sister to go without attention for any longer.

He arrived at what seemed to be too late, her beautiful white body crumpled to the ground and staring into the sky. He barked loudly, rushing to her body and nosing her quickly.
 
"Emily... Emily," he cooed over and over, licking her face and shoulders as he tried his hardest to beckon her awake. He then lifted his head to the sky, calling for his beloved @Amara and his most trusted @Faramir, but prayed that loyal @Liri or @Hosannah might show as well. He felt the whole pack was necessary to help him with this task. Emily was, after all, the most important woman in the world-- besides Amara.

She seems afraid and first, and he steps back briefly to give her some space. Soon though, relief floods into his features as she appears to recognize him, and he steps forward to nudge her with strong affection. "Emily," he murmurs over and over, beginning to lick her face lovingly again. She begins to sob, and he licks the tears from her face the best that he can.

"Please, please it's okay," he pleads softly, trying to calm her the best he can. "You are safe now," he says, although in his mind he cannot fully convince himself of that. Rosings was thinning-- especially with Gothams death and Maja's disappearance. He could only pray that Faramir was okay-- now that he thought about it his presence had been scarce. "You are nearby my pack-- it is Rosings, after the territory our old pack resided in," he explains quickly. "I will bring you there-- can you stand?"

Amara arrived and quickly evaluated the situation. She ran to get herbs, and in this moment Aaron was more in love with her than he'd ever been. She'd questioned nothing, and did everything she could to help-- no complaints or sour faces. He thanked her with a soft kiss upon the cheek, then turned to the pale wolf at his feet. "Eat, Emily," he commanded his sister. More arrived, but he ignored them briefly as he focused solely on his beautiful wife and sister. He was about to introduce the two when a voice that was less than helpful sounded. 

He would have snarled and chased her from the site, but Emily and Liri spoke first. He nudged Liri, finding her in the group with pride and appreciation, then looked to Hosannah. "She is to be helped," he says firmly, his head raised with pride and his tail high behind him. "If you do not wish to help, do not, but do not waste space here." Rosings was in no condition to chase off members-- this he knew-- but he was less than happy with Hosannah now and was no longer pleased with her presence. He prayed she returned to the territory-- or at least shut up. He turned to the rest of the pack, gaze falling on Faramir and then Liri.

"She needs to the territory. My den is not far off-- if you have no problems Amara I would greatly appreciate it if she could stay there," he says to his wife.