my head is in my own hell

There had been many wolves lost since he had started this pack. Search parties that had scoured the lands from here to the sea. He had come to terms with the fact that he would never know what happened to his people. That there were mysteries in tho world he could not solve. All he could do was patrol his borders and keep those still here safe. Watching his latest brood of children was also a full time job that kept his days and night busy.

He was wrestling very gently with one such pup when an unexpected call sounded softly from the border. He kissed a forehead and gently told the pup to stay. After the incident with Hanas keepers, some part of him wondered if this was a trap. Only one way to find out.

He set a steady pace towards the border, and found here there, alone. Acciona. A wolf that had been his, before she had joined the ranks of the missing. He didn't stop until he was right over her, where he leaned down and sniffed softly at the back of her neck. There was absolutely no doubt. His. Through his scent had long since faded from her coat. "What happened to you?"