Ankyra Sound This isn't happening. This can't be happening

Kjalarr noted that two wolves were absent and stood quiet and tense as Maude called for those that had yet to make an appearance, her urgency bleeding through her call as it tore the morning asunder again, and when her summons ended she looked to them — the ones that had gathered and explained,in her familiar crude dictation. At the mention that she thought she heard Caiaphas call out for him and then Maude he felt like someone had head butted him in the stomach, and the rise of bile made him unsure if he was going to be sick. He swallowed thickly, looking away from Maude and those that had gathered, to the sea. So much for peace. First it had taken Whittier from him and now Caiaphas. It was obvious that Maude had not found their missing alpha female's body or they'd likely be gathered around it. Kjalarr understood that they had to assume that she was dead, mourn her and keep going even though a slim hope remained that she lived still. He had lived and washed up upon this very shore, far from Stavanger Bay. Perhaps the sea had shown Caiaphas a similar mercy. The muscles in the alpha's jaw worked viciously as he fought back the flood of grief that threatened to drown him.

He fought against the stabbing pain, that yet again, he had not been able to save someone he cared about. That was a horrible reoccurring theme that he wanted to promptly stop. What was that saying that Thistle had claimed Ragnar had been so fond of? The Gods give with one hand and take with the other. Yes, that sounded plenty accurate. “She could live still,” It was hard to think that anything could kill Caiaphas. “I want patrols extended to the shore for a few days, in case she washes up.” Without solid evidence of her death or if she had simply been washed out to sea he wasn't sure what else to do. “She might have washed up on Blackwater Islands,” He gestured to the seven rising peaks out at the horizon. “I will check them.”