Sif had tried to tell him and yet, it had not sank in until the seasons had come and go. It had only become apparent when Eden had declared a child of Glorall missing; it had made Abel's own heart drop to his feet, ashamed that he had not understood Sif when she had tried to communicate with him. He had known something was wrong but he had never anticipated that it had been something so serious - he had thought, perhaps, that she had lost her favorite bone or wanted to find some strange new location. A missing sister though? It had never occurred to him. Things had simply felt too safe and normal for that to be the case. Had he known, he would have braved winter to bring her home (despite the persistent ache the cold weather had instilled in his twisted limb.) His first true taste of failure and he already despised the bitter flavor of it all.

Nonetheless, he had sucked up his hurt pride and departed the borders. He had stayed overnight in the forests, his progress slow initially as he adapted to the new terrain and hauled his gnarled limb behind him. Over the winter and spring, he had begun to grow too tall and too quickly, a fact that put more and more pressure on a limb already unyielding. He had been forced to discover new ways to favor it despite his efforts to train the weakness from it and now, with such a long journey ahead of him, he had begun to feel the familiar slow ache that came with it. He had to continue though and so, he moved whenever he could; each time he did so, he investigated the area. He searched for something akin to Sif's own scent, calling out at times in a desperate bid to find her. It seemed hopeless and yet, he persisted. He had to.

It had been mid afternoon when he had stumbled into the tall grass by the riverside. He stuck close to the river initially, nervous about intruding on either pack to the north or south. It distracted him for some time, and yet he had unintentionally stumbled upon a vaguely familiar scent as he forced his way atop a large, overhanging rock. It stuck out over the slow running water, and it had been there that his nose had lowered into a scent similar to Sif's own. It made him stiffen with surprise, his eyes wide - had he really found something? He stifled the urge to wave his tail and instead, he lifted his head with a pant, the exertion wearing away at his young muscles even now.

"Innana!" He called out for her, a short howl having been issued following her name. He paused then, his ears pressed forward as he listened for any response. He had gotten this close... surely he had to be close enough to finally do something right. It was such a nice day, too: blue skies, sparse cloud, a cool breeze. It had to be a good omen.