Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

When Shalon asked if she'd searched for Mako, Darsal was again slammed with the memory of her attempts. She had scoured many miles' radius around the den, rarely stopping to hunt or sleep. There was not one trace of him: not a pawprint, not a scent line... yet, no body was found, either. She only had his memory. After nearly a month, she'd simply given up.
To this day, Darsal only had her memory to remind her that she hadn't been completely alone from the time she'd left Boli to the time she'd joined the Court. Despite all of this, she merely shook her head to answer Shalon's question, indicating her reserved status on the subject.
She listened to the pale wolf's own explanation of how she'd gotten here. Shalon seemed to leave her with a cliffhanger, and as interested as Darsal was, she knew not to pry. She had learned from experience how much of a nuisance that could be.
That's an awfully long time, Darsal observed, trying to avoid any assumptions. She wondered how Shalon hadn't gone completely insane without the company of someone. The blackened-gray wolf knew she would have.
Darsal didn't elaborate on the conversation. She felt somewhat uncomfortable — her mother would have even said it was self-indulgent — to have told her new acquaintance all of this. Thankfully, time seemed to pass quickly and the cliffs of Ghost Lion Crag soon towered before them.