Found You

Walk | Talk | Think

Alone within the quiet darkness of her den, Callisto was restless. The effects of autumn had quietly snuck in and started to change the scenery of the Gulley, but she had felt it almost instantly. Fall meant heat, and not the sunny warmth that summer brought. No, it was a hormonal rage that threatened to consume her body, made her so much more irritable than she was on any given day, and currently sent her thoughts down difficult, tempting paths. More often than she liked to admit, those promiscuous musings led her back to Jakart, the kind and timid wolf that had been her source of relief seasons before. He might have been originally singled out because of his meek demeanor, but it was far more than that that drew her back to him. After being forced upon two years ago, his eye opening tenderness was like a balm, soothing her anxiety as well as her need, and currently it made her long for his touch again.

She resisted, of course. It became easier to recognize now that they had spent some time apart that she had begun to count on him too much. She wished more than anything to feel nothing because of his absence, but, perhaps it was her season spurring things along, she wanted things to be right between them, wanted to still be able to count on him to be there when she needed him. It was a physical want, she was sure of it – especially when just thinking about him stirred her seasonal longing like a kindled fire – but could it also have been emotional? Ever since he had run away from her den, Callisto had felt a sense of worry and loss, feelings that could be suppressed but never truly smothered. So much had been shared between them and he had selflessly shouldered so much of her pain to ease her troubles that being without him was…odd. And as much as she resisted, there was still a nagging voice in the back of her mind that demanded he be found.

As she restlessly shifted about inside of her den, the healer tried to make excuses. She had no idea where to find him. He had disappeared rather well after leaving her den, and though Callisto had been able to catch his scent through the territory she had not seen him anywhere. Nor did she know where his den was located. Considering his numerous siblings, there was a chance he may have chosen to bunk with one of them rather than find a new one for himself, and getting the rest of his family in on what was going on between them was not something Calli was keen on doing. Especially not when she was in her current state. It would have been stupid to go looking for him with the evidence of the past few days clearly indicating she would not find him, but…

Oh, what the hell.

Heaving a heavy sigh, she dragged herself to her paws and purposefully stepped from her den out into the Fern Gulley. As she moved, her alert, silvery-blue gaze glanced left and right around her, searching in vain since she knew he would not be anywhere close by. That would have been stupid on his part, and Callisto doubted he was as inclined to do stupid things as she appeared to be. There was a frantic quality to her movements as she traveled further and further away from her den, convinced that her best bet of finding him would actually be on the opposite end of the territory. There were too many others who called this place home for her to risk calling out for him and having it answered by someone else. Instead, she was going to have to find him the hard way; she would need to track him. With a determined sniff, she set about using her keen healer’s nose to find Jak’s scent so that she could track him down.