Swiftcurrent Creek & found I could breath all along

He'd spent the entire morning searching for his missing son and daughter, like every other morning before, and like all those other times of painful searching, he had found nothing. It was becoming harder to find his way out of the utter hopelessness that engulfed him every morning when he woke from the one or two hours of sleep he managed to get. But, each day, without fail, he pulled himself out of his darkness and searched once more for his missing children.

He was patrolling now that he had returned, trying to distract himself from yet another unsuccessful search. Dawn's scent carried with the breeze and filled his nostrils. He turned to see her coming up behind him, and he paused, dipping his head in greeting as she neared. Dawn. How are you? he knew she had her hands full with her own pups, and he hoped life had been treating her well.