Bearclaw Valley Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me

Ever since he'd confessed his love for onyx and gotten one in return and learned of her history with Lonzo, he'd stayed close by. Dakarai always made sure he had wind of her scent or at least remained close enough by the territory that he could run to her if summoned. Today he patrolled the borders, refreshing his scent and finding one to be fainter than usual. The she wolf he'd met, the silent one. He didn't know of her name despite having seen her around and met her twice himself, but the fact that she was missing troubled him. Her scent upon the boulder wasn't that fresh either like it usually was, he'd come to realize she perched upon it quite often. 


For the past few days a sort of nagging feeling of dread had hung over him. He couldn't place it, he couldn't figure out why, but something troubled him and made him antsy. He could just feel that a storm was coming, one that would change his life. As he made his way toward the entrance of the territory and past the boulder, he spotted Onyx who seemed to be heading back away from the entrance and gave a low whuff ears perking with curiosity. He picked up his pace and stopped by her side, looking off toward the end of the borders. "Something feels odd...almost like the nervousness before a big storm. The she wolf, the silent one...she hasn't been around has she?" he spoke quietly. He didn't want to cause Onyx to worry but there also wasn't any point in trying to lie. Something was very off.