Swiftcurrent Creek heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved

He's looking for @Cygnet but AW on the borders.

The spring wind drifted past him—the scent of lavender beginning to bloom, and instantly it was if he had been punched in the abdomen—a quick suck of air—a shudder. Eshe, his mind instantly clung to the idea—but he knew she wasn’t there, and that she wasn’t coming back. He recalled the day he had caught her rolling in the sprigs of it—

—now he got to be haunted by the scent of it, and reminded of her every time.

With a clench of his teeth he continued his trek along the borders. Mae was becoming a little more independent now—practical in her ways of how she would begin to maneuver within her home. As such, the Mayfair swept the well-marked lengths of their borders—champagne eyes roving before him as he searched for a certain little sassy youth.

He hadn’t seen Cygnet about as much in the past few weeks—but it was clear that if she were to be involved in the mundane tasks of a pack wolf, it would be him to teach her, after Arric’s well-placed resistance.

Peaking his head through the hollow of a log, he chuckled to himself—she was probably getting too big to fit herself in these kind of places. “Just me, out here, alone… Looking for the toughest warrior we have at the Creek,” he beckoned out—wondering if she was nearby and would hear him.