come back, little bird

Morning finds Adair on the move, panic grips tight at his throat, clutching to his windpipe like an enemy. Every step is deliberate, forceful. His nose brushes the ground, desperate to pick up the scent he'd lost only an hour ago. But it seems he's out of luck. Either Ellasyn didn't come this way or her trail has gone cold. Adair can feel the hairs along his nape stand on end, fear and anger sending chills down his spine.



"Back before nightfall, back before nightfall," he hisses mockingly. He stops, realizing just where he is for the first time. Almost ironic as he's seriously considering slapping his sister across the face. They'd just arrived, it simply wasn't smart to split up for so long. And his hunting efforts had gone almost entirely to waste. Too worried for Ella's safety, even he hadn't touched the meal.



With a sigh he tilts his head back and lets out a long, low howl. He's been avoiding it; to put his position on the map so clearly makes him nervous. But to find his sister it's a risk he's willing to take. His ears tip forward sharply, honed in for any reply.