Broken Antler Fen well I'mma go down on a railroad track

Whatever time had passed, he had lost count. Swept by the currents of the river and nearly drowned, the man had been saved by a pale she-wolf with a nurturing instinct. Day in, day out—her insistence for him to rest had not overruled his need to seek out Arielle—a fruitless effort, and one that had further hindered his ability to heal a garish wound to his flank. Finally, he had relented, acquiesced by the healer though accepting it merely as a defeat—unworthy of his family, much like his father.

His flank ached still—even after so many moons and particularly in the rain and cold. But he stood now, at the edge of the home he had been prepared to build with his mate and family before @Arielle had gone missing. He had come home empty-handed—the worst outcome. She was simply gone—and now, a ghost of a man stood at the borders of the pack that still smelled of home—of @Ibis. His champagne eyes scoured the lands, eager for sight of her—needing to seek the comfort of her embrace as he allowed his howl to pass his lips, calling to her—to @Lilitu--to anyone.