Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

Keeping this slightly vague. Crowfeather is looking for Shadowpup after the group thread.

The dark figure searched for the girl frantically. He could hear her paws scurrying away. He could hear her fleeing from what she had heard angrily spoken in the hollow. Guilt was a storm on the sea and it sloshed inside him, making him mad with worry.

Crowfeather followed his daughter's trail, calling out to her several times as he pushed on. It was not until he had nearly reached the edge of their land that he realized he hadn't smelled Stormpup anywhere within Riverclan. Fear spiked in his chest.

@Shadowpup, he howled again. Tears sprung to his eyes.

The dark star pressed on.