Honeyed Pasture inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

His mouth firmed; he didn't want to come off rude, but he was frenzied in his search, and he feared she may slow him down. She didn't know Cortland, what he looked like, she'd have to confirm anything before reporting back--no. No, this was a task he must undergo alone.

"That's all right--I mean, I appreciate it very much," he said, stammering slightly. He huffed, smiling ruefully. "If you see him around, tell him I'm looking for him. Tell him I'm going down the coast. Golden pelt, silver eyes. Cortland."

Again, her scent assailed him, and this time he cocked his head in silent inquisition. "Say, you live by the sea, right?" he asked gently. "You wouldn't happen to know a wolf named Sif, would you?" It was a longshot, but he wanted to make sure. He would love to pass his regards on to his old packmate, even if they hadn't been close.