Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

Carefully he picked out the smells... some fresher than others, some muddled the familiar scents of Rusalkans, Rosalyn and Erzulie were the ones he focused on the most out of each scent he came across. How long ago did they wander off, away from here? Was there a tragedy that moved them once more? A frown formed on his deformed face at the thought of not being there to assist - he had been gone far too long, much longer than he or Tundra had ever anticipated. Though he did not blame his wandering wife for that, he disliked having left to begin with regardless. 

Slowly with his nose to the ground, he sniffed the soil and traces, hoping to catch a trail that would lead him in the right direction. He would search tirelessly and only when turned away at their border would he rest. It seemed his efforts would come to a stall... The young figure of a female approached him, none that he recognized, and instinctively he almost lunged to scare her off - but this may not be claimed lands; and so, he simply glared for now. 

No. He answered flatly. Were they lost if they simply found a new home? He found the lands they had before, and so technically, in his mind, he didn't lose anything yet. It was simply a search. Already he found her rather annoying, she liked to hear herself talk from the looks of it; seemed like the type to try and get a rise out of him too with pointless insults. Silence. His tone continued, flat, uninterested, and dismissive. He wanted her to either be actually useful if not quiet. Going away would be nice too so he could focus on his search on the wives and their path away from here. 

pls don't worry about matching! NaMoWriMo thingy B] stretching my writing fingers