Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

Aquene was restless, though it was not uncommon. She filled her den with the buds of lavender she could find and prayed for the best but it still did not help soothe her mind as it once had. Instead she was up, bustling around as she recounted her stores, trying to weave through the mental calculations of what might happen if someone returned to her injured and what it likely meant for the pack until Spring. She would be much more at ease when the snow and biting temperatures that choked life faded.
 
At first, she hadn’t caught his scent… it wasn’t until her ears perked at the sound of a heavy sigh that she made her way through to the mouth of the den, her head tilted to the side as the soft tenor of her voice escaped into the air to bridge the space between them. “Kallik?” Her voice was soft, and confused. It looked… somber? She wasn’t entirely sure what the tension in mis muscles spoke to. “Is everything okay?” She asked, a hint of concern in her voice as she made her way closer to him.