Have you any news?

He filled her in quickly and directly. No wonder he seemed so uneasy. Theory wracked her brain to remember the patchwork quilt of scents that had made up Motis' unique scent profile. There had been another outlying female scent, but she hadn't been able to pin it down. This must be the wolf he was talking about. But that was where the trail ended for her - she hadn't encountered that smell since. There was a twinge in her chest at his unrest. It would be so easy to sneer and say this is what it felt like. So easy to walk away from her borders and turn her back on him. In the end, though, Poem and Motif had returned to her. He had harbored them safely, if against their will. There was no respite for his lost daughter. Theory sighed deeply and shook her head. "No, I haven't smelled that scent since the day I met Mortis. I'm sorry for your loss and I will commit the name and scent to my memory, best as I can." That was all she could do. "Please stop by on your way back from the North. I'm interested to hear how that visit goes... and perhaps I'll have some better news for you then."