Deepwood Weald The sign she'd waited for in skies of grey,

She gave him a way out- with Moonspear constantly towering to their left as a reminder of where he belonged, he knew that he could always cut loose and excuse himself to return to the pack so he could resume his patrol and check in on his sister...But he did not feel comfortable leaving Miriam out on her own. Without the confounding fog, he trusted she could find her way home- but he did not trust that she could defend herself should she be outnumbered by rogues. Hence, with a calm but alert air he continued along by her side, keeping a wary eye on the horizon for any who might approach with the intention of disrupting their search. 

Once they reached the Weald, he nosed her shoulder gently and strayed a bit from her side so that he could branch out a bit. Still, he could hear her voice and see her moon-dappled form luminescent in the patches of light that filtered down through the trees, gossamer and sylphlike. He kept her well within his sight both because he did not want to lose track of her- but also because he enjoyed stealing a glance at her. She looked even more captivating when she stepped into a silver beam of light. 

"Asmoses?" He called out, his voice intermittantly  piercing through the darkness in response to hers, calling out- in hopes that they might get a response.