Whitefish River be sure to treasure it

It didn't surprise him any to be met with silence. The land spanning around him was peaceful, and other wolftracks had been few so far. If Kaistleoki had moved on, he was not sure where to begin to look and that did nothing for the probably misplaced (and possibly dead) sibling Ravaryn had mentioned. For maybe a second, it had seemed like maybe something he could help with. Maybe. Especially with any leads on Atlas, his very own misplaced brother, being completely nonexistent.

He didn't want to have to be the bearer of bad news once again. Until now, he had tried to instill some sliver of hope. So when did he tell the girl what he was finding to be true? He wondered, knowing he was stewing properly when he felt his paws get heavier. Antares huffed a sigh, thought about feeling prickly about it, but slowed up a bit more, until realization clicked into place; he wasn't alone, and he opted to appreciate the diversion he had moseyed by.

Melaine chuffed at him, and he noticed the grass at a greater length. Hey. seemed to be what he could get himself to say, once he tried to blink off what was hopefully not too wild-eyed of a look. He drifted over closer to her, though divided his attention still. Likely she had heard his howling about, and well--his solo flight spoke for itself. None of it was all that hopeful for today. What's that for? he assumed, at least, meaning the grass she was.. probably gathering, right?