I'm lost without you

It was damp again, though when it came to the shroud of autumn over the region Mordecai found he was not surprised. With nothing more than a break in the rain, the sun remained obscured from them all once again; even the wind felt cooler than it had in the days past. Summer was gone, this he was truly aware of it. Whatever warm days lingered did nothing more than lull them into a false sense of security — but he knew better.

There were many thoughts resting in his mind as he made his rounds along the border that day, but they were cast aside when he spied out a lighter colored figure than himself moving about. With a chuff to draw her attention, he closed in quickly from behind her. "Misty, wasn't it?" It had been a while since he had seen her, let alone scented her within the confines of their pack. "Where have you been?"