TIME TO GIVE UP THE GHOST

He had been worried sick. If he wasn’t trying to find Biull for his mate he was off trying to track her down. She was an elusive creature and the poor male found himself almost near constantly being a step behind. Emery knew that she worried for her brother and for possible other members of her family as well. Yet running off all the time as she was... What would happen if she was attacked again? The thought made him sick. With a shake of his head the tri-color beast would press on.

Following Silveris’ scent he would get closer and closer to packlands. What on earth was she doing? Ears would tip back as a whine left his lips. ‘Don’t you dare do anything reckless...’ He would break into a run, all thoughts being pushed aside except his main object -- find Silveris and make sure that she was safe.

What Emery found was not just his mate, but a large male. Emery would slow, his fur fluffed up against the cold, something he was used to from the places he lived much of his life. He would slide up beside her quietly, unsure of what she was thinking, of what she was doing. Gaze was on the alpha, and judging by the scents that flowed across the border this pack was reaching it’s capacity for members. Had she maybe scented Biull there?

Remembering his manners Emery would tip his head to the other man, the Azat of Abaven, and then let his gaze shift to Silveris, his gaze showing confusion.