Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

the male speaks; unaffiliated, then. he offers no word on surya, though it's not entirely hopeless; any of the two might have seen him in passing. the dark male remains nameless, though the accent shaping his words suggests he hails from beyond teekon. the large male, donovan. she considers, a moment, that something seems off about him — something, in the back of her mind, shifts. a moment of contemplation, before she decides it is the dog that once ran with easthollow that he reminds her off. not entirely wolf, then, perhaps accounting for his size. something else, now, but shifts her thoughts back to surya. 

"he's young - brown, and cream, with green eyes. he's about my height, with a thinner pelt." gaze alternates between the two strangers, adding after a moment, "his trail leads over the mountains. do either of you hail from there?" 

her mouth thins, remembering the healer's distress. "he's been missing a while now." she's stopped by the healer's only that morning, depositing her daughter at her den as an added measure to ensure she wouldn't be tempted to follow (and aphrodite seemed to love her, anyways).