Swiftcurrent Creek bad vibes

He had tried. When news of Fox's disappearance met his ears, he was one of the first to scour the land for her — and yet there was nothing. Her scent had been strong, pungent with blood which only made him work harder and cover more ground. He slogged through the territory's edge now, worn out and agitated by failure. Her scent was gone. She was gone. Njal tried to focus on other things, but he was sour, too sour by it all.

The first thing he did was head towards the den to see the pups, as he ought to... But his path veered away from the copse of trees where he knew Tuwawi was waiting. He came to a sudden halt in the middle of the territory. Around him stretched the flatland, the tall grass, distant mountains which couldn't hold his attention for long (but earned a dull scowl instead), and the rolling clouds above. Gray, abysmally gray, matching his mood.