Permafrost Hollows they have loved your sorrow but they will learn to love your rage instead

Semet was close to Drageda. Not near close enough to draw attention to the new wolves that Heda had gathered to follow her but close enough that their scent drifted on the soft breeze that carried through the hollows. He had stuck to the northern reaches, exploring and attempting to gain knowledge that would be useful to his commander. It was part of why he had yet to seek her out though he had told her guard that he would seek her out with the ever elusive soon. There was little doubt that Heda knew he was in these Wilds but he took the fact that she did not try to seek him out as confirmation that she understood his desire. He had established himself as her best Rauna in Seageda and that was not without cause or reason; besides he spent much time outside of the borders. That was his role, it was how he'd always operated: in isolation.

Though he had traversed to the Permafrost Hollows to investigate an Elk scent trail his steps froze and charcoal head rose to sniff at the wind. The scent was unrecognizable even laced with the foreign scents as it was. Heda. The scent trail of elk was left abandoned in favor of the commander whom he supposed he might as well make contact with while they were in the same territory. The stalwart Rauna picked up the Commander's scent trail and soon enough his fiery red gaze fell upon her familiar form on the distance. For her, Semet broke his silence offer her a “Heda,” accompanied by the lower of his body to the ground in submission to her.