Totoka River right down the line

Good to wrap this if you like!  My last post if so <3

He fell silent and simply nodded at that.  Rosalyn too lapsed into quiet, content to range alongside.  Every so often she'd draw out in an arc, nose to the ground, then tasting the wind.  Any sign... just a hint that he was okay.  That he was still out there somewhere.  Outwardly she was languid, but internally, she was coiled.  Where are you?

She would call it when she thought it necessary, when too much time had passed and they needed to return.  At that point, perhaps another could take their place.  Until then, she'd keep on tirelessly, mulling over his suggestion and what it might mean.  If another pack had him, would they fight to reclaim him?  Would they need to?  Did he not want to come home?

None of these were easy to think on, but all of them plagued her as unwelcome guests.