Legosa, Phelan, Sweetclover, Laporta

Legosa made his way into the thermal area, keeping his senses alert and roving for his missing son. Behind him ran three of his offspring.

Becoming very frustrated after not picking up on Atticus's scent, Legosa stopped and looked back to his pups. His eyes grew wide a moment before he growled, "Where are the others?"

Sweetclover blinked up at her father, cowering at the anger in his voice, "They, uh... they stayed at the den...?" The other two sat huddled next to Sweetclover, each one nodding to the statement.

Legosa bared his teeth, shaking his head, "You're mother isn't going to be very happy..." His growlings grew more insistent, causing the three pups to back away a bit. Legosa sat back on his haunches and gave voice to a loud, demanding howl, hoping that Atticus was within ear range.