Firefly Glen Should I call right away?

In wake of all the grief recently, Antares operated on some strange autopilot. Key word being that he operated. He had never before been struck so low a blow, or one so terrible. Coping was.. it was coming as a learning process. The weather was miserable lately, but he still found some sliver of peace in adhering to what was routine. Protect the Glen, and by extension, protect the mountain--but it felt like such a hollow act after everything now. But, he made his way through the bitter wind towards the calls. The second one from one of their members got him to pick up the pace.

When he found them, his eyes were drawn to the much younger wolf, immediately assuming it was more Neverwinter runaways because he associated them with finding unexpected puppies.. which he never felt like the wolf to handle such. Thankfully, the wind against his face did manage to mask some of his frown about this. His ears stayed low, eyes squinted. What's going on? he asked as he came to the scene, his voice full of grit--sounding tired.