parting is such sweet sorrow

The direction from which Frosts's voice came was more than a surprise to him, she was obviously on the border or outside of it. She needed him, and it didn't seem like it was for help. Curiously he'd leave his place beside Novella with their newborns and make his way to where the wolf was. He'd spy her easily, already on the other side of the well marked border.

He'd tilt his head and perk his ears as fire and ice gaze searched her form for injury. "Yes, Frost?" His voice was quite full of the confusion that he felt. Why'd she called him here?