Emberwood he died every night to let her breathe

A quick survey of the forest revealed nothing of interest; Murdock did eventually pick up on the presence of another wolf, but remained intent on his niece's scent for a few minutes more. There was not much for him to discover about her. She was young and able, and that was all.

Having discerned all he could about the girl, Murdock settled down against the trunk of a tall tree, which Dawn had brushed against as she passed. Her scent here was quickly fading, but still present. The male sought to sit and memorize it, knowing it could be a long time before he discovered a trail of hers again. He wanted to be able to recognize it, and follow it back to her home. Her father.

Though his thoughts were elsewhere, his body was thoroughly in the present. Two-toned eyes scanned ceaselessly over his surroundings, and tall, dust-hued ears swivelled toward every sound.