Neverwinter Forest they're good dogs, brent

One last time.

Grayday was done looking for her. He'd been done for a while, now, but the kids - he couldn't just not look for her. But all his searching had turned up no signs of Khoe, and the male wanted to be back with his family at his new home. Heartha would be whelping, soon, and the kids were about ready to begin learning to hunt, and they just couldn't put their lives on hold any longer.

Today would be the last day of this fruitless search. He travelled to a place once off-limits to him, in the shadow of Silvertip where another pack had resided, back when he'd called the mountain home. Everytime he looks at it, he sees the proud height of it, the Moonsong glacier sparkling like a precious stone on the neck of a queen. Everytime he looks at it, he sees Adeline with bright laughter in her eyes, her head tossed back with that proud, self-assured set to her jaw.

He tore his head away, turning his body physically from the proud peak. There would be time later to stare and wish, but for now, he needed to focus on other things. Things like the scent of wolf in the area, despite the forest being long-empty, by now.

Grayday let out a hopeful woof, heading in the direction of the scent's origin.