Northstar Vale [m] Once Upon a Dream

i'm gonna say this takes place after he finds Dawa and Velox; this way, most of the Vale wolves have been found.

Restless. The beast could not find comfort in anything as of late. Every moment he cast his gaze towards the avalanche, he felt a deep bitterness roil within him. A bitterness for all the trauma it has caused, for uprooting the simply way of life he had lived before. His Lham had been in good health, protected, and his light had been by his side. His only concern had been to monitor the borders and ward off those who thought ill of his watchfulness, enough to trespass. Then the mountains fell, and he was left with a collection of injured wolves and few, if any healers; Lham suffered the detachment of feeling from her hind limbs, now unable to travel. Larch, Leatherface and Velox were still recovering from being buried as well, and the monk was nursing the near fatal wounds Raheerah had unleashed upon him. It would seem that only he, Xi'nuata and Acacia were in proper health, and just as he needed her, she had vanished, too.

The dragon did not know what to call the feeling residing in his gut. It was fashioned of anger, surely, displeased by the fact that his light had left the confines of the Vale, abandoned her packmates when they were most in need of the comfort only she could provide. There was desperation, not the way he felt in searching for Lham, but for her to come back. An unspoken, largely unrecognized hope that she would return to aid him further. And something a little like sadness at the fact alone that she was gone. If he'd ever realized this feeling, he would never admit it - it was frustration for the fact that he needed her, and she was not here.

Raheerah could not spend the time outside of the borders searching for her. He was restrained to the collection of injured wolves whom he tended to as best he could, following the instruction of Lham and Velox to find and administer herbs. It was a petty job - he hated it. He was unfit to care for others. Doing so filled him with mild disdain for their inability. He knew it couldn't be their fault, but he hated them for it anyways. It was for this reason he had traveled away from them again, searching for a herb that would match the description Lham had given him, when instead of the bittersweet stench of the plant he found the aroma of his light.

At long last, he realized a trail of her fragrance was freshly entering into the Vale. Raheerah abandoned his mission, turning around himself and immediately tracking the path she had taken. He found her scent against trees and bushes, in the pawprints she'd left impressed on the soil. Eventually, it led him to an old den, crafted seemingly months ago, where her scent lingered the strongest. Why had she come here? Why not to Raheerah, to the rest of her packmates? Why not come to the ones that needed her? The beast lingered a dozen or so feet outside of the den, uttering a guttural bark and summoning her from her chamber.