Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

Derg wasn't in any rush today. Certainly not.
He was about to be, to take up his place as Overseer by Kynareth. This was a call for announcements.
But then remembered that wasn't the case anymore.
So the agouti took his time.

He wished he didn't when he arrived.
Auriel.
The woman he'd defended from Nemisis in the canyons, who'd vanished without word or trace.
He let out a short bark that carried her name upon it and trotted to her side, head tilted as he bumped her shoulder and checked her over.
No marring. No pains, as far as he could see.
The wind must've taken her then.
"It's been a while," he mused with a smile.

He glanced to Kynareth. He'd start when they were mostly all here.
He was surprised to not see Simmik beside him, but that wasn't his problem. What was his problem was Arlette, whom he now perked his head to look for.