Blacktail Deer Plateau My sister should be living here but is not.

The long howl echoed over the plains. His ears were perked up as he limped forward with eagerness in his step. The male was beaming but slowly that grin faded as he didn't hear a reply. His courage deflated. What if he had a hallucination again? Sebastian started to doubt himself. He howled another time, longingly so. Then he stiffened into place to will ever fibre in his body to listen. However, the wind was making it difficult. His attention faltered and the idea that he heard Andalusia faded. He must've imagined it.

Sebastian instantly felt upset and at the same time, mad at himself. How could he even think that? Was he really that stupid? He shouldn't abandon his mission to find his sister instead of chasing a fever filled ghost. Sebastian turned around, tears in his eyes. He blamed the sharp wind for it, though secretly he knew he was just an emotional mess. The large grey male looked up at the height he came from, too much effort to climb, he decided.

So the male followed the river upstream. The wind howling around him, instead of listening he tried to block out most of the sounds. He didn't want to hear any of those fake howls again to mess with his brain. He made his mind repeat one name, Aviana. Aviana. Aviana. Avianda.. Anda... Andalusia.