Hushed Willows Which way are you goin', which side will you be on?

AW, but hoping to keep this fast-paced :)

He did his best to track the fiery guardian along the mountainside, but lost her trail before he could catch up with her. Knowing Orlaith- if she didn't want to be found, then it would be no small task trying to track her down. He would argue that she was as swift as she was stubborn- and it's important to note, then, that he found that she was probably one of the most stubborn creatures he had ever met. So he abandoned most of his hopes of trying to track her down- and instead, roved through the area searching for some clue as to why she'd sounded so miserable when she'd howled. 

He wasn't surprised then to catch the scent markings of a pack's borders, a mingling of scents both foreign and familiar. He raised his head and gazed into the hanging, swaying branches of the willow trees and smiled despite himself. This would be a place for his former packmates to settle- even under the gloomy grey mid-afternoon skies, it was beautiful. He tilted his head back, then, and lifted his lilting voice to announce his arrival, and hopefully call forth a friend from his past.