Blacktail Deer Plateau Terrors in my head

This will be my only post in this thread.

Atticus wasn't far from where Peregrine's howl went up, doing a few last quick patrols of their boundaries before night fell in full. His brother's howl was wrenching, for the emotion and terror that rang loudly in its tones. He made his way quickly toward the others; by the time he arrived, he'd missed much of what was said, but he was intuitive enough and could read his brother well enough to know that something had happened to Junior. He pieced it together himself, and the fact that they were all standing here at the river told him all he needed to know. He caught Peregrine's eye, gave him a reassuring nod as if to say I'll find her, then took off downstream. Lasher, Blue Willow, and Hawkeye would be searching the rivershore, so that was taken care of. Atticus planned to scout the fringes of their packlands near where they met the rivershore, and fan out from there in a pattern that would cover a great deal of territory. He wouldn't sleep until she was found and safely brought back home again.