Emberwood he died every night to let her breathe

Please excuse my exposition. You can get to the meat of the post in paragraph 4. Tagging for reference.

He was an uncle to many. He'd had four nephews and seven nieces the last time he checked, about two years before, and many of them were old enough to be off on the own, to be leaders - old enough to be bed and to be having litters of their own, in many cases. He didn't quite known how many grandnieces he had; they tended to blend in with the rest of the population he might or might not share blood with. In fact, after the litter that had turned out Greeneyes and Liberty, Murdock couldn't rightly tell his younger siblings apart, either.

But that didn't mean he didn't care. Just because he hadn't watched them romp and caper in their youth didn't mean he had no interest in their worth, their future, their common blood. He was a loving man by nature, and by nature he was determined to see Sameth blood thrive. He loved his siblings, and his nephews and his nieces - whether he bedded them or not - and so, could not help but feel the bitter burn of disappointment when he followed @Dawn's scent to a certain point and realized he'd been on the wrong trail. He should've realized when @Sunny's scent had not accompanied hers that he was following and old scent, and not the new one that took his niece and nephew away from Easthollow.

And, a part of him could not help but be a little angry that they'd left without saying goodbye.

At least the journey had not been wasted. The area Dawn's aging scent had led him to was one of great and dynamic beauty. Murdock slowed his pace as he drew nearer, afraid to come too close and lose the grand effect of the picturesque scene. It was the kind of place that made you want to turn and say something to your fellows, but when Murdock turned his head, he saw only the east and the west. Mountains in both directions, with one range rather closer than the other.

The male sighed, and continued on toward the trees, so lost in his own thoughts that he took no notice of the wolfscent that drifted toward him from the pale stranger's direction.