Silvertip Mountain Guide me great wisdom

The owl hesitated overhead, checking whilst he hovered, large eyes peering down. He moved off, checking here and there for the pregnant wolf. The benefits of being an owl were that he could see minute detail - in particular movement - from a great distance. Unfortunately for FitzDutiful, no movement was to be found. Comet flew further out than he had intended, but still he saw nothing, not even a speck on the horizon.

With a sigh, he wheeled around and headed back to the river. A couple of minutes' easy flight and he could see the white male standing near the river edge. Comet swooped down in a slow, direct path towards Fitz. He landed on the ground nearby, and this time neatly folded his barred wings against his boy.

"Sorry, mate. I can't see her anywhere. I'll keep looking on my way home tonight. I live in The Heartwood" His brows furrowed slightly as he took in the wolf's dishevelled appearance. "Are you hungry?" He didn't want to point out how much Fitz looked like he needed a rest - he doubted he would be able to relax in the same situation - but he didn't really want this newfound acquaintance dying of exhaustion before he even located his mate.