Hushed Willows the answer's somewhere deep in it, i'm sorry that you're feeling it

He'd gone a wee bit farther than he'd intended, searching for prey. If he had known Bhediya had gone the opposite direction, he would be kicking himself. As it was, Pygmalion voyaged northwest, eventually entering a beautiful forest. The boughs of willows gave it a peaceful, quiet atmosphere, and—

He paused, nostrils flaring, and his lips burst into a smile. He could smell the salt of the sea.

Pyg was about to carry on down the trail when a little shadow crossed the path, obviously on the hunt for something. At first, he thought it Bhediya, but no—it was too large to be his packmate. Didn't have her scent, either. Warily, but with a friendly expression, he chuffed and moved toward the stranger at a slow, easy pace.