Swiftcurrent Creek Within the sound of silence

The reaction was immediate; both wolves were offended, Arric blocking him in a heartbeat. Tybault went still and seethed silently; he knew better than to pick a fight with pack wolves on their own turf. Lestan knew her, had seen her, had her scent on him — and he was hiding her. Tybault trusted Arric's words, inexplicably, but he did not trust Lestan.
He stepped back and let out a breath. I'll find her, His voice was low and dark. If neither of them stopped him, he turned to leave, not really wanting an escort. He didn't want to spend another moment with these wolves. Maybe later he would regret being ungrateful toward Arric, but right now all he could focus on was Ophelia and the fact that the first wolf he had seen who knew her was denying it entirely.
What if she didn't want him to find her?