Whatever drove her to seek one particular wolf out was baffling to even her. She had, in the past, not felt so compelled - sure, others piked her curiosities and she sought them out but none so desperately as she did now. It had been too long since she had seen him, or so she had convinced herself at least. There was too much about him that she did not know, needed to know and wanted to know. It was desperate, it was confusing and yet it had fast become a fixation. Already, she had begun the task of finding a stone or feather to remind her of him; no stone seemed to match the same tan-gold of his fur and no feather seemed to captivate her quite the same way. Try as she might, she had no other choice but to search for the golden boy of the free lands. Frustrating as it were, it soothed her all the same.

After her brief inspection of the pack lands, ensuring all those that resided there seemed safe and content, she had begun her desperate hunt. Of course, she knew nothing really of him, only that he had fur like the very sun and eyes like the darkest of nights; he spoke so many words and yet, he tended to say nothing that did not strike a thread of confusion within her. Where he lived, she did not know. Where he spent his days, it eluded her still. Where better to start, though, then the very place she had first laid eyes upon him? It had been an impossible task for her paws or nose to forget the exact location; fifteen feet from the water's edge, situated atop the larger of the shaded boulders. At her arrival, she could swear that she could still smell him, though she found herself believing it to be her imagination. Surely he hadn't been here again, right? As distant of a hope as it were, she could not help but explore the area, venturing into the fields and forests surrounding, sleuthing every fox den and stone crevice.

Alas, each search ended the same, with a sigh of defeat and a fruitless discovery. Eventually, come the break of midday, she returned to the stone in which they had first encountered one another. With a leap, she thrust herself atop it, laying on her belly and dangling her paws from the edge, her nose against the stone as she attempted to decipher whether it truly was his scent or if she had, maybe, become delusional.