My world disappears.

She was gone, and with her his whole words had started to crumble. His brothers and sisters had dispersed to the northern lands, even as he was very well aware; spreading their genes. He had waited, expecting his Oracle to come back but as time had gone on his only conclusion was that she had been taken.

So it was that he stood on the land bridge between the continent of his birth and the lands of the barbarians. The fur along his spine was bristling, this was the closest he had ever gotten to the wolves he had learned to not only fear but hate. Still his hostility was more a mask for the worry he was filled with.  With a sigh he tossed his head back and called for any wolf that might be able to find the Oracle.

"Gbọ mi sọrọ,"