Phantom Hollow capture the erymanthian boar

He shouldn’t have gone so far from the creek. 

The tragedy at the meeting of Kvarsheim clung to him like a dark cloud and he kept moving to clear his head. 

Or, at the very best, to ensure he was too busy to think of the entirety of what happened. 

He hunted for a witch—what he found was the tantalizing scent of his pack mate. He had done well to avoid her during this time—but something stirred with the realization of how far from home she was. 

And so when the dark shadow trailed after her, champagne eyes flashing with disdain as he found the two of them—he circled closer to Wren, chuffing, a snarl elicited to the presence of the other man. 

Was this man not Ash Paws mate?
And then he remembered Ash Paw’s words moments before the collapse of Moss—this man she had briefly been tied to. One who had also been tied to the witch he hunted.