Deepwood Weald That shine for me

Why?

No, really, why? Why did this happen to her? Why did this happen to him? Why couldn't his packmates be left alone? Why did bad things continue to haunt them all? Keres had shown up, had spoken to him. Another pause. Someone took her. Well, duh, Mal. Maybe it wasn't a "duh" but she certainly wasn't here.

There were two options. One was the wrong direction. So. Most likely. Someone who was going to make good on threats and then some. Gee, who do we know who kidnaps people? His face turned to a frown. He now circled around this clearing, trying to keep from stepping on anything that seemed particularly distinctive -- all the pawprints were larger than his, but that didn't say too much. The scents were gone by now. Useless. Donovan was obsessed with her -- had to be him! I need to get her back. I can't let some monster keep her! It was lacking a bit of information, though, but given how fast his brain was trying to connect dots, maybe it was unsurprising. But who else would be that daft?