Moonspear And that first kiss coming

The moon had just risen above the horizon by the time Shrike reached the borders of the second pack he would visit while on a search for Lucy and now Qilaq, the four month old pup from Blackfeather. He'd scoured the free territories between the two packlands looking for any sign of Lucy's scent, but found nothing and found himself wondering if he hadn't simply chosen the wrong direction to begin searching. He knew roughly how far away he was from his home territory, and that he was about as far away from the Caldera now, if not just a bit further, than he had been when he'd gone to Blackfeather Woods. This way he knew how long it would take him to get home for a rest, deliver the disappointing news, and head out again, making a clockwise search around the pack borders and stopping at the packs he met on the way.

Needless to say, he did not want to spend a great deal of time at any pack in particular, as he had no friends or family in or near them. All the wolves he knew and cared about lived in the Caldera, though it was with a pang of guilt that he remembered Rowan, and the promise he'd made that he would visit her. She would have had her pups already, he assumed...And he had let down his side of the promise, and had not seen her again before her due date. Her pack was not too far away- so he set his designs on visiting Silver Creek next, in hopes of both apologizing for missing their meeting date and in finding any information about the missing pups.

Still being polite and mindful of the borders, Shrike tilted his head back to call for anyone nearby. He did not summon a leader in particular, as he was not a lone wolf looking to join the pack. He was a scout on a mission, and would talk to whoever came to greet him first.