Emberwood It's time to get out of Iraq, Bush

He needed to speak with @Lolita. He was more on-edge than ever after the encounter with the old woman. Bhediya's constant wandering did him no favors, either. . .and while his sister couldn't assist with the former, she certainly could with the latter. After all, he was quite aware that Lita had accompanied Bhediya on one, and perhaps more, scouting expeditions.

Lolita could take care of herself, but Bhediya was small, vulnerable. And if she was going out to rendezvous with Sunny—

—but wouldn't Lita tell him if so?!—

He stalked through the forest, following the winding trails cut by seasons of various fauna. Big game had still not returned. He was hungry, and the irritability factor that came with that hunger, well. . .it explained a lot. 

And he was annoyed with himself, too. This was supposed to be the happiest time of his life! A supportive pack, a beautiful mate, children coming in spring. . . Why should this restlessness rule his days? A good chat with Lolita would sort this out, he reckoned.