Bearclaw Valley Where are you now, Are you lost? Will I find you again?

Almost like she had teleported, the one he yearned for stood before him. His breath caught in his throat and he stared eyes sweeping her for wounds of physical nature before he saw the wounded look in her eyes. Yet even though he yearned to step forward and embrace her, to simply revel in the fact that she was back home and not hurt or dead he would bring himself to. He was hurt now. How could she walk in and greet him "Hello Dakarai" as if she hadn't been gone for almost three days. 

His eyes flashed with hurt and anger and relief all at once his features twisting before crumpling again and he just sat down. "How was the hunt Onyx?" his voice sounded hollow even to him, the accusation there. She hadn't gone out to hunt, that didn't take three days to do. She'd been elsewhere but where he didn't know. He lifted his pain filled eyes to her face and stared her down. He wouldn't leave it till he got an answer.