Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

His legs are sore, his thoughts are scrambled, and all he wants right now is @Kratos. No matter how hard he tries to focus on following his mate's scent, he keeps losing track of it. He just can't get his mind to stay in one place; it feels like his childhood all over again. The thought has him in a panic.
He circles once, twice, desperate, and sends up a call for his mate. He doesn't know if he's near enough to hear it — but if not, he'll try to pick up the scent and follow it further, then try again. He'll spend all night calling for him, if he has to.