Overture Downs It's hard, letting go

The brush of a paw over dead leaves, the moist crunch of snow - almost imperceptible. Her head raised, her legs pushed her upwards of their own accord. 

Whatever it was - if it was looking for trouble, the abandoned Alpha was ready to fight. Regardless of the outcome, she dared anything to come for her. Either she'd perish - which didn't sound too bad - or it would. 

But she's frozen in surprise as the dark figure emerges, for she easily recognizes Siqsa by his crimson gaze. He was the only wolf she'd encountered with eyes the color of blood. 

"Siqsa, " she murmured numbly by way of greeting. 

"What happened...with you?" The hesitancy is on account of her grief. She can not bring herself to explain that she knows where Kavik and the rest of her wolves fled, that she had visited Swiftcurrent Creek. 

Siqsa's scent had been absent, leading her to wonder what exactly had become of him.