When I close my eyes to this paradox place

It was late morning when the grey Seracian male came into the packs territory after that snowstorm that had separated him for a she-wolf named Loccian yesterday night. He had talked to another packmate Aeil after he had awoken from a snow-covered?sleep. Bane couldn't quite remember what he had talked to her about.

Perhaps Loccain was back at the cluster of dens of the more social Seraciann wolves? Bane brought his nose down to the myriad of wolf tracks to locate the females scent. He found hers easily enough, and follows it to the packs lake not far from the paw pressed snow of the den sites., Bane took to giving a soft whine and lay down on the windswept snow. "Loccian?"