Vivek

Traveling with a purposeful gait, the wolf made his way across one esker ridge to the next. He was sure he could smell Bagre and Eventine, but the sharp winds made it very hard to pick up and track the scents. It wasn't long until he lost the trail all together. Frustrated, Vivek turned his forlorn muzzle heaven-ward and gave throat to a loud, chilly call to his family. He couldn't wait to see them again, and yet there was a bit of dread; how would they react to his unannounced absence?

The Hunter

Her yellow eyes watched Vivek for a moment before she stalked closer. "Vivek? Where is Peregrine? I would like to see him.....Please." She rarely ever used niceties but now seemed the best time to get what she wanted.

Vivek

He looked to The Hunter and smiled a bit at the mention of his grandfather's name. "Peregrine is out hunting with his son and grandaughter. They went to the Canyon, but that was quite a while ago..." He trailed off in thought, "You might try the Ruins. They were going to head there later." Vivek offered, hoping to be of some help.