Warnings on the Wind

He’d departed from Marina and Tornach once he’d been certain she’d be safe with Tornach. He’d taken off at a fast, ground eating trot, forging across the river and barely pausing to shake the water from his coat before continuing on. His scarred elbow was twinging slightly by the time he drew to a stop near the Willows, sampling the scents heading north. There was a hard thump in his chest as he caught a fresh layer of Justice’s scent following the older trails left by her brother and father, but he wouldn’t be more than a few moments here..

He threw out an urgent howl for his sister, hoping she’d hear the urgency and hurry fast, then sank to his haunches, deciding it was better to sit and conserve his energy, and let the elbow rest a bit. For good measure, he shifted his weight fully back onto his hind end and left front paw, letting his right leg only just barely touch the ground as he waited for the familiar earth and silver form of his sister.

He would only stay long enough to warn Faite of the threat up north, so close to this border, and then he would be on his way, with full intent to push himself to catch up with a dogged yearling who meant to track down her family members.