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The white and black wolf answered promptly. All ears, the owl listened over the frantic beating of his own heart. When Fitz had finished, Comet cocked his head to one side. So she must have been here recently but her scent had vanished. Somewhat worrying. Perhaps in a mad frenzy she had decided to run away from the world and hide her tracks? Or perhaps this wolf had a lacklustre nose. Or maybe it was simply the weather had washed her tracks away too swiftly for action.

"The river is a good idea - she could have wanted a drink or a bath" he whistled in agreement, conceding the wolf's stout plan of action. "If I fly overhead and circle, I can look out for her from the sky, and you can look under bushes and... rocks and things" or whatever wolves did when they were normally tracking.

Without waiting for an answer, Comet hopped and flapped his wings downwards with ungodly strength, rising clumsily into the air from a standstill. "We'll reconvene at the river edge over there!" He tipped one wing in the direction he meant and set off, eyes peeled for a pot-bellied brown wolf. He noted that FitzDutiful's verbal description had ended up giving him a vision of a pig dirty from wallowing in mud, rather than the beautiful mate she likely was. Obviously the man's flustered, despairing brain was on the edge of madness due to his beloved's disappearance.

Even if Fitz ended up somewhere else down the river edge than the bird intended, Comet could spot him from the air with ease.