Noctisardor Bypass petrichor

Grayday peeled back his lips to taste the air, worry eating at the pit of his stomach. He'd been tracking Dawn for the better part of an hour, now, and he'd still not caught sight of her. It was no surprise, on the side of this wretched mountain. It was all the same slate-grey of his daughter's pelt, and he had to focus on his paws lest her misstep and send himself slipping down the side of it.

It'd been a game, at first. He thought he'd stalk her for a moment and then start a game of tag, but when her trail went on and up and he still couldn't see her, Grayday had begun to worry. This wasn't in the range of places he'd permitted his children to go, and he wasn't sure whether she was being purposefully bad or if he just hadn't been clear enough, but at this point, it didn't really matter. As long as she was alive, he'd take her home without a fuss.

"Dawn?" he called, knowing she was near but unable to tell exactly where. "Where are you, babe?"