Broken Boulder and on day five

Alarian was gone again. That much was clear. Lily had caught his scent leaving the borders a few days ago, and she hadn't seen him since. She thought he'd given up on trying to find Lennon, but apparently not. A growl bubbled in her throat at the thought, a sound of aggression that died as Lanawyn's call rang out through the territory.

Padding that way, she pondered the situation. What were they to do if Ali got hurt or was--she shuddered at the thought--killed out there, in the search? She'd done fine watching over the pack in his last brief absence, but that had only been temporary. She hadn't a clue how to step up, be a leader. Would it fall, then, to Lana? Korei? Would they tackle the challenge as a team?

It was with worry clearly etched on her normally serene, smiling face that she drew to a halt in front of Lanawyn, wagging her tail once in greeting. "Morning, Lana," Lily greeted, sitting and waiting for the other to speak. She had called for the others--Lily hoped they'd come soon.