Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

The setting of the sun had Daeg searching for his queen. He hadn't seen her since they parted ways that morning—she was busy with all the responsibilities that came with leading a fledgling pack, and he had spent his day learning the island better and guarding the borders—and his soul ached to be whole again. He padded down the beach with purpose, mouth set in a hard, determined line as he searched for her scent. 

A soft breeze caressed his face, holding the usual scents. He lifted his muzzle as the wind's intensity grew, and he inhaled deeply. A whisper of her scent made him freeze briefly until he could determine which direction to move.

With her scent filling his nostrils, Daeg patiently tracked her across the island, centered by the fact that he would eventually be in her presence once again. 

After some time, her voice drifted towards him, and he smiled, but it was quickly replaced with a frown as he picked up a hint of tension in her tone. He couldn't make out what exactly she was saying, but it didn't matter. He quickened his pace until he saw her. His gaze moved to Rosencrantz as he neared, brow furrowing as he tried to piece things together.

He took his place at Rhæ's side, brushing against her in an attempt to soothe her. Then, his gaze pinned Rosencrantz, and he demanded: What's going on? Surely his packmate had not been the source of his love's tension, but if he was, then they would have a problem.