Qeya River četiri

Ksura felt divided between his role in the pack, and his natural ability to scout and track. Day by day, he went on short journeys beyond the pack's borders to look for Darrow, but with Silvertongue missing and Wren searching regularly as well, he could not go far, and not for long. He'd noticed that Sparrow and Phoebe had followed Wren's tracks, which left him feeling even more conflicted. 

In the end, he could only do what had been asked of him; stay, and guard the pack. 

It left him feeling unfulfilled, especially considering the fact that his own son was missing. He felt as though he was sacrificing his own chances to truly search for the boy because others had gone missing as well. While he felt very little spite, he was frustrated. 

The only wolf in the pack that seemed separate from all of the emotional despair was Senka, though he feared that any day she might wander off as well. He struggled with that possibility, knowing he'd grown attached enough that it would pain him to lose her too. Every time she crossed his path, he felt relieved; she was the last shred of normalcy that he had left. 

He looked over his shoulder when he heard another wolf approaching. A quick test of the air brought a wave to his tail, and a grateful softening of his features. He woofed, and turned back- so their paths might cross again.