Dragoncrest Cliffs what follows; me as the whitest lace of light

Prince hadn't been up to much in particular; patrolling the borders, trying his luck at hunting when he could, and generally trying to be a helpful member of the pack.
It didn't leave much time for him to wonder where his only friends were.

Arrille was a newer acquaintance so he wasn't too bothered by the boy's disappearance, though part of him nagged and wondered. More pressing to him was Bean's disappearance, and he spent his days torn between grief and anger. At some point, the boy had decided to stop caring. He had searched along the borders and even somewhat beyond in his spare moments, in the beginning, and had turned up nothing but a faint scent.

Prince decided she must have left him, and for that he would not be able to forgive her if she did return. But he pushed the thought aside, rising from where he had been sitting to pace anxiously. With so many gone for the war, the loneliness of Bean and Arrille disappearing was hitting him harder than it might have normally.