King Elk Forest All of you a verb in perfect view

@Leigh

He couldn't remember quite where he had seen her last, but he knew he was getting closer. It had been somewhere just outside of these lands, he could feel it in his bones. His sense of direction was normally impeccable—a life spent wandering had gifted him the ability to always retrace his steps or find a place he had been before. Only, he was having trouble now; probably because he had been quite distracted during those few days he had spent with Leigh. It wasn't often he was distracted by anything other than his need to continue on and answer the endless call to search for something unnamed—something incorporeal, yet he knew once he found it, it would be given form. Maybe she was it. The thought had drifted through his mind unbidden more than once since they parted. He had felt drawn to her even days after her scent had been absent from his nostrils. 

Perhaps he was just lost—thrust into the world without his brother for the first time in his whole life. The not knowing what happened to him stung the most, but he could only assume the worst, or he would have reunited with him by now. So it may make him a coward or a traitor, but after searching for months and spending endless nights alone, he had finally given in and set out to find her again. 

The night was cold, but he was used to much colder. His breath came out in misty clouds around his muzzle as he searched the scents in the snow at his feet. Nothing caught his interest until he reached a frozen lake. He stopped just where the water started, the ice thin enough there that he could see it sloshing around beneath the frozen top layer. He used his massive paw to break the thin ice and lowered his head to take a drink. The frigid water was shocking to his warm throat at first, but he was thirsty and eventually grew accustomed to its bite. When he had his fill, he reclined across the snowy bank, resting his head on his paws. He would sleep for an hour at most, and then he would set off again.