Cedar Sweep disappears in the deep

Fueled by the panic of finding Tambourine absent and very little else, he'd left the Glade's shelter one morning to go south after some scattered scents. It seemed a logical step for Silas to embark on. He was a pretty good nose. Maybe he'd find answers, or better yet, the silver wolf himself. 

There was his friend, and then there was something else. He felt his heart racing with every new piece he realized. Nothing seemed to add up. What had happened?

Frustrated, and definitely overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar space spanning wide around him because this was frighteningly outside his normal, he looped down around the summit then back towards the east. The trails were weakening. The strange thing was more obvious than Tambourine, and had been for a while he'd realized, and this was not making him very happy. Only worried. 

Silas didn't know the name for it, or any of these places he jogged over and through. He rested intermittently and eventually turned east towards the woodlot. He had nothing to go on here, but eventually caught trail of a familiar female of the Glade, Moonbrook. Following her did not bring him to any conclusions either and his head was hurting by now. Over and over, he wondered what had happened?

Contemplating whether or not he was nauseous from an empty stomach or nerves, he trotted slowly northward towards the river.