Dragomir was blissfully unaware of recent events on the mountain, so he didn't know that it was pointless to rise early in order to find Arcturus and propose a hunt. Limber legs carried him up and down the face of the mountain where the Beta could most frequently be found, then higher up to the summit before he finally dipped below the treeline come noon. A quick howl here and there requested the man's presence, but went unanswered. He eventually found his way to the borders, where the scent of the Beta was conspicuously faded, and only then did he acknowledge that something was seriously amiss.
It wouldn't be unusual for Arcturus to leave the territory, but to do so long enough for his scent to fade...? Troubled, Dragomir backtracked up toward the craggy ridges, every inch of him exuding concern from the flare of his ruff to the knit of his brows. All thoughts of a hunt were chased from his head and replaced by worry and grim curiosity. Where was Arcturus?
It wouldn't be unusual for Arcturus to leave the territory, but to do so long enough for his scent to fade...? Troubled, Dragomir backtracked up toward the craggy ridges, every inch of him exuding concern from the flare of his ruff to the knit of his brows. All thoughts of a hunt were chased from his head and replaced by worry and grim curiosity. Where was Arcturus?
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