Emberwood i’ve known the moon for too long to just let her sink

Atlantis does not need much to search for Hydra’s sister. He knows what she looks like (she hadn’t been kidding when she meant identical) and her name. The rest of it is irrelevant, since she is missing, and whatever lead they can get they will cling to. Scouting and hunting is in his very nature but there is no particular scent he has other than that of Hydra and her sister, but their time apart will lead him nowhere in particular.
 
So, Atlantis does what he does best. He scouts. He searches for others. Signs of a scuffle with a heavy layer of black fur, perhaps.
 
With a casual, careful step—as quiet as he can be in a forest in the fall—he moves in and out of aspen trees with no particular destination in mind. At some point, he’ll turn around and return to the sisters, but for now he stretches his paw as far as he can manage to make sure he’s of some use in the search for the missing wolf.

She wandered with no particular destination in mind, trailing through the Emberwood's familiar foliage. Her desire was to get away from the tension that hung over Swiftcurrent, to hide away with the darkness of her thoughts. Most importantly, the dragoness did not wish for her children to witness their mother in such a fragile state.

With the strong suspicion that Constantine's "scouting trip" involved the company of Aria, Durnehviir's outrage intensified. Uncertain if he would return or if she even wanted him to, the dragoness' anxiety heightened. She didn't know what to believe. How could her mate demand that she trust him, only to spirit the January dove away beyond their borders? Gritting her teeth, she rumbled inwardly - a move made to spite her, surely. If Constantine thought this latest development would temper the Alphess' anger, he was sorely mistaken.

Overwhelmed by her frustration, she was surprised to spot a Winter-white figure trail through the trees. She paused to regard him for a quiet moment, watching his careful stride before she turned her face away and made to continue along her path. Durnehviir was in no mood for chit-chat with a stranger.

Something tickles his nose and he sniffs several times without pausing, wondering if there is a trick to it. When it is strong enough, he slows to a stop and points his head in the stranger’s direction like a wide-eyed doe. He knows right away it isn’t the missing sister, her bright features alluring but she looks nothing like he’s been briefed. At first, he debates whether or not to linger and ask questions but her look keeps him silent. Instead, he lifts his nose a little to offer invite if she so wished, and if not, he would go about his way. When it is obvious it is not happening, Atlantis turns and goes about his business.