Honeyed Pasture nowhere left for me to go

He never strayed far from her woods — but on this day, with that scent on the wind, he made his way further inland. Perhaps he could have just howled. Surely, the other man would come to him, or at least respond in kind. But Dutch had caught another scent mixing with Alaric's, and shamefully, he did not particularly want to see his son.

Perhaps because he was uncertain whether Katmai wanted to see him.

So he searched silently for the other man, only brave enough to give a low, questioning bark when he scent grew stronger. Alaric? Are you there?