Swiftcurrent Creek lucrosus

Arric moved towards the howl. His mind and body tired. He felt a failure and he felt nonplussed and bitter and upset and there was no relief. He needed a momwnt of respite. To simply meditate and exist.

Instead he dipped his head with a slow kind smile. Germanicus. How do you fare?

He wrinkled his nose at the scent of the blood and fur and looked down at it. 

Is she alive, wounded, captured, got away?