Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

He wasn't sure why Alarian left the kid with him. Midar was opposed to taking it on in the first place; why should he care about some pup that didn't belong to him? It looked like it was going to die anyway, which he had often pointed out. So why were they wasting time and resources on it? With that in mind, he had left the useless lump in search of something he did care about, once again irritated that his mate had disappeared.

But his trail was easy enough to find, and he followed it to a precarious-looking ridge. He made his way through the rocky peaks, now lead by the sound of voices as well. He felt the tension immediately as he appeared on the scene, and he prowled to his husband's side protectively just as the ground began to shake. He stumbled a little, but he refused to stop moving before he reached Alarian. The cracking and rumbling in the distance that followed the quaking,  made his ears flatten and his temper flare. He glared down at his mate. Why did you come here? he growled, also forgetting their company in the heat of the moment. Was he trying to die? 

Caiaphas's words briefly pulled his attention, and he realized then that he recognized her even in her sickly state. The other man, he didn't know; he seemed on the edge of exploding though, and Midar wondered what the hell Alarian was even doing here in the middle of something that didn't appear to pertain to them even slightly.