Duskfire Glacier Down into the crypts

I hope it's alright if I jump in with Malachi (:

Malachi pulled his way through the forest on heavy paws. His body buzzed with exhaustion of another restless night. Though nearly half a moon had passed, the pack still functioned under the oppression wrought by the lynx attack, and Malachi was no exception. Larus and Njal remained on the forefront of his mind, and though he felt the stress to put more of his efforts toward winter preparation, he continued to make the search for their missing family his sole priority, as he knew many of his packmates were similarly doing.

So when the scent of another reached his nose, Malachi planned to turn the other way. Though he rarely shied from conversation, he found his current dishevelment put him in no mood to talk. But as he turned, he passed his gaze over the place from where the scent had come and found his eyes linger on a small shape squatting just beyond the trees. He blinked, a blank stare on his face, and forced his eyes to focus harder. But the tiny wolf remained tiny, and a small frown stole across his mouth. So he was hallucinating now. He really needed to catch up on that sleep.