Lost Creek Hollow On the backseat were scratches from

His travels had been both satisfying and dismaying. He'd found no sign of Mira or any of her children, but accepted the advances of two enchanting women while on his journey. It seemed now that he might have an additional goal for his travels- though he preferred to keep his searching as a selfless adventure. The companionship was something he was willing to accept as merely a bonus. 

Nevertheless, he preened the scent of other wolves from his pelt before he returned, lest he be criticized for his adventurous behaviors. He renewed himself with the scent of cedar and snow, returning to the pack in very much the same condition he'd been in when he'd left for another scouting opportunity. 

He'd noted the lessening of snow on the mountains, particularly along the Southern edges, which were warmed by the sun. The first sign of Spring's approach made itself known to him, and he would bring this back as news that was relevant for the pack. With him he also carried the haunch of a rocky mountain sheep. The urge to kill had returned to him once he was on his way back; he'd fed on what he could, and brought back a part of the ribcage, spine, and both hind legs where the meat was ribboned with fat. 

The scent of bile caught his attention as he moved along, and when he realized that it was Ash Star, he followed his sense of smell until he found her. She looked ill, and weakened. He set the kill down and moved forward, tentatively. "Can I help?" He asked quietly.