Whitebark Stream I saw you on the way back

@Aphrodite was his first thought. A regular when it came to intercepting strangers along their borders and in neighbouring territories, Artyom hoped she'd heard this one's call and thought to attend.

"We have healers here," he shared, despite the raven's assurance that he was well enough. Whitebark would never turn away a wolf in need, but all concern he felt for his newest acquaintance was shelved - replaced at once by cold fear to hear Dawn's name on his tongue.

Donovan. Artyom gritted his teeth, felt the muscles of his jaw tense. He knew this name too, and it did nothing to stem the fresh flow of anxiety that pulsed rapidly through his veins.  "She has not returned," the gilded Alpha shared, voice weighted by the terror of his private thoughts, "she... she is my mate. Please," a frantic edge to his tone then, as dark eyes lifted pleadingly to seek the champagne of the passenger's own gaze, "can you recall which way she went?"