The small tawny boy went walking across the land of ice that he called home. After a day of rest, he had recovered enough to make the trek home. But Crucifix would not have been allowed inside the borders of Tortuga, and besides, Misha was nowhere to be seen. So Dayton followed a lingering trail of her scent where it wound toward the edge of the northern territories. Here the land seemed to reach a dangerous peak, arrows of ice and snow reaching out into the frozen sea. His thoughts flew to his incident with the pond. Hopefully Misha was healthy and well if she was walking around out here. If she had lost consciousness like he had and slipped unknowingly into the ocean... she would be swallowed up, never to be seen again. Dayton trembled at the thought and kept walking. His energy was gradually sapping away, however. He turned to look at Crucifix over his shoulder, meeting those amethyst eyes with a look of exasperation and worry. "I hope for her sake that she is more responsible than I am. This is a dangerous place to wander alone." As if to prove a point, Dayton matched his pace with the other boy, sticking close to his radiating warmth. Even with a full night of sleep, he needed more time to recover. But this was no time to lay down and rest. Misha could be in trouble. So the russet brute continued to move across the ice, his closest friend at his side. He prayed that they would find Misha soon. He wished, more than anything, that she would be okay.

In truth. It was with dark thoughts that crucifix followed alongside Dayton. He still did not know the full story for in truth Day himself was a little hazy on the details. All he knew was that Misha had wronged Cru's closest friend, and the dark shaded boy intended to get to the bottom of why. It had kept him awake throughout the night, and he found himself looking out for the sleeping Day as he struggled to put together a path that would lead this russet boy to happiness. He was still to find the answer he sought for but he was far from giving up yet.

He allowed Day to leave, he knew the scent and mind of his girl as Cru did not. He simply stuck near, ready to offer any support that might be needed. It would be a while before either spoke and the first words past Days mouth would be an expression of worry to Mishas fate. "I'm sure she's fine. It sounds like she had a mood swing and went for you, your the one who fled the scene in a bad state, not her" he pointed out softlly, gently reminding day that he was the one who had been wronged, and misha who should be worried. He hoped they found that damn girl soon so they could straighten this out

A flood of worry would have put the fae under the bearing weight of stress, even enough to cause her a bit of depression. It had worried her sick, her heart squeezing with the pain of worryment. But, she could not find a source to her depression. It certainly wasn't the first time, but it put her on such an edge. The name Dayton popped in her head and she got a hazy memory of a small russet male. And, that was it. There seemed nothing else to be associated with that name.

The small fae would pull herself up from her comfortable lying position, shaking her russet brown and red fur once she stood up. Her nose vaguely caught the scent of approaching wolves, and she was most definitely not in the best state to confront any from her nap. So off she took off, beginning to pad northern to an unknown area.