Ocean's Breath Plateau dancing doe

This was a dream he'd had before. Perhaps one he'd actively been dreaming, even as he woke to the distant scream of his daughter. Certainly, it took him no time at all to understand and react to the stimuli. He was on his paws already, racing ahead of Chakliux and then, defeated by his exhaustion, merely running alongside him toward the source of the noise.

The dark girl was nowhere to be seen.

For Dutch, there was little to be seen at all. Only his wife, silent for the ringing in his ears but visibly wailing with the grief he'd failed to save them from.

A towering feeling bubbled up in his throat, so unfamiliar to the panther that he could not name it before it overcame him. He tremored under the strength of his rage, alight with it and leveled by it all at once. But his numb paws pulled him forward, and the stiff muscles of his neck bent and twisted to lower his face to the sand. Leathery nares flared, blowing grains of sand and attracting others as he searched for the scent of an unfamiliar wolf.

He would find her. He had not guided Katmai all this way only to lose Seelie the next day.