He was worried sick. Silveris had gone missing... And she had developed quite the temper all of a sudden. The young man wasn?t sure what to think, fearing the worst may have happened to his lover. Biull too had been gone a while... And now that the strange storm seemed to grip Alacritia within it?s weather patterns getting back to the islands, well, seemed rather like a suicide mission. But Emery felt, somewhere deep in his heart, that Silveris had made it off the island and was alive and well. Now he just had to figure out where she had gone... And her brother too. Emery had remembered the girl saying that she once lived in the Range when there was a pack there, so that was currently where Emery was searching. A soft sigh would leave him, looking around for any clues. But sadly there was really nothing... The rain had washed away whatever scent there may have been, and Emery gave a gentle sigh. He was truly getting worried. This wasn?t like Silveris at all. What if she was out there, somewhere hurt and lost? He would shake his head, refusing to think of that. Pressing on through the territory Emery would come to a stop when he saw the oddest thing. It was big, looked like it made of wood... Like a tree... But huge... And it opened up. Curiosity lead the young man onward, and he would step into the barn, calling softly in case someone occupied it. ?Hello?? "normal. speech. thought. you."

OOC: I'm going to place this before Freyja joins Yfir if that's okay? Its a bit complex if this happens afterwards. I can edit if that messes anything up! The golden woman stalked about in the structure's shadowy expanse. It was musty and decrepit, but overflowing with mice and other rodents so fat and lazy and overbred that the hunting was easy enough. She drew in a deep breath of the stale air and sighed. Gods above it was boring, and if that didn't irritate her nothing did. She wanted to run, fight, do something. The golden femme was built for battle, not lazing about like some fat grandfather. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue at the image, pushing her frame to her feet. It was time to move on. Maybe she would swing north once more, head back to the battlefield and loose herself in her vices for a time. Or, stranger yet, perhaps it was time to seek out her family and check in. The woman snorted. She had no great desire to do either of those things, one for the distance and one for the the sheer hassle of being in her kin's presence. She was startled by a voice, encroaching on her space and thoughts. Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her teeth around the first verbal abuse her mouth was attempting to profess. "Occupied," she muttered instead, still concealed in the shadows. Perhaps the male would leave... "Talk" "You" Think