Ankyra Sound Unbroken Bloody sound

Chacal's journey would bring her South along the coast, to comb the shores for any sign of her son, before heading inland and skirting the Western borders of Redtail Rise. She hoped she would catch some sign of him within a reason perimeter of the pack after having disappeared- but the boy had spring in his heels and a head start. If she began her search in the wrong direction, it would only serve to potentially strengthen his lead. 

She denied herself the thought that he might be harmed, suffering or deceased- she extended that stubborn refusal to cover the disappearance of both sons. How she'd managed to allow two children to slip from her grasp shook her confidence, but it did not deter her from searching fervently. 

She knew the Sound well; it had a long and complicated history from what she knew, but presently, none claimed it. She caught sight of a wolf in the distance, and sniffed the air. Sacrarium. It was just as well she found someone from Sacrarium- they owed Sapphique a debt, for the child they now harboured and schooled in the art of scouting. She chuffed, to catch the other's attention, and began to pad through the lifting mist toward her.