Bearclaw Valley Ships in the night

Some assumptions made about who would join my AW thread --- AKA I'm assuming nobody will scare her away from the pack, etc.

It was evening.  Really, she was pretty anguished about the whole thing, but she'd pretty much decided she couldn't continue searching for him.  Could they have passed by each other and not noticed?  She doubted it.  He was gone, lost somewhere in the wilds and she couldn't find him and now she was putting herself in danger.

Maybe he hadn't even left.

She'd spent a day roaming near by and now she had dared to come up to the borders, drawing the scents into her nose to check yet again that this pack was like all the others and without that familiar scent of her brother.  But this was her best choice, near as she could tell.  It was the closest to where she came from, the most likely for him to cross paths with if he had gone the one way she hadn't explored.  He was probably in as bad of shape as she was, so she resigned herself that they likely wouldn't meet again until spring was in full swing.

The now rather gaunt fluff of a woman backed up from the bush she'd investigated as to be certain she was well out of the scent line and raised her head to the sky.  Her maw opened and she released a short howl, wondering if her general anxiousness could be heard in it.  Probably.  She was too frazzled to listen to herself, as she was probably near cracking if she still had to worry about surviving on her own on top of Iovan.  Her posture, though definitely did -- she paced back and forth over a short area, the slowly-thinning snow crunching melodically under her paws.