Peace and quiet surrounded him, not another soul anywhere in sight and Sorrel found himself growing somewhat content, at least found that the escape plan was sort of working anyway. It was working for a precious few short moments anyway until it appeared that all suggestions of isolation were shattering away.
He heard the voice first, the soft crying out. He couldn't catch the words though the tone certainly didn't suggest a happiness of any sort. Sorrel's natural instinct told him to turn around and seek out that peace and quiet again, curiosity and perhaps that healer interest instead told him to venture forwards and see what was happening. It was a stupid plan he realised straight away, it was not like he could do anything if the other was hurt, he had no herbs, nothing at all that might help. He told his feet to stop but it was too late he'd already found himself in front of the little hole the other was occupying.
Actually no. It wasn't too late he rudely decided, now turning away without a single word though he had certainly caught a glimpse of the other wolf, and having paused and glanced inside before moving it was very possible that she had seen him too.
