Soon as she patched up Halcyon and got them settled in as quickly as she could she was off. Zelda knew it wasn’t the best time to leave, there was so much going on, but she couldn’t ignore her worry and feelings anymore. Aster wasn’t positive where Lazarus was, if he was alright right now and so she had to leave. Zelda kept trying to assure herself that he was fine, that everything was okay, but her paws still caused her to run quickly as if she was driven out of her own forest. She was in the freelands now, following a feeling that she knew could only be him. Imprints were strange like that, when one wanted to find the other it was as if there was a life line between the two that lead the way. If anyone could find him she knew she could and she would. She didn’t like where she was going through, her heading was going straight south from Taviora towards Iromar. He couldn’t still be there right? Oh she hoped to all the aztec gods she knew that he wasn’t there, that he was safe.

It was all she could do was pray while she ran, happy that she had the long legs and speed to her steps as she carried herself over the lands. Sometimes she had to slow to a trot to catch her breath other times she was at full on tilt as she sprinted as quickly as she could. It was surprisingly fast journey to the crags, she couldn’t remember the last time her paws had landed upon the stone laden lands, but he was here… somewhere surely she could feel it in her chest and very being that he wasn’t far. It hadn’t been too long since the initial take over of Iromar after all, and by what she heard now all wolves had been driven out of Iromar, minus the three pups that he kept under his paws. That included him so he shouldn’t have been kept… it seemed the case so far….

”Lazarus!” The small wolfess called, hoping that this feeling that he was near was right, that he would hear for her calling for him. ”Lazarus! Are you here? Are you okay? Where are you?” She jumped from rock to rock, ignoring how tired she felt from her rather long trek to this point. She was still at the fringes of the crags, he might be deeper, closer to Iromar, but while she felt he was close it wasn’t exactly a fail safe way to know if he was here. She wasn’t about to throw caution to the wind either and send up howls so close to a land where she might set off some maniac either. That would be another day when she had her head on her shoulders right. Lazarus, admittedly, was probably her greatest weakness at the time, and seeing how Blackthorne played to that, Zelda was nervous about letting her imprint be discovered and go to far. She continued her search though, hoping soon she would see him or hear him come out from wherever he was at and that he was completely safe.