Humphrey awoke with Kate beside him, still asleep. Still beautiful. He smiled at her sleeping body, going out early to fetch breakfast. After doing so, he brought it back to the den, where Kate lay, this time, her facing him. She smiled groggily. "Look who's awake." He teased. She giggled.
"Morning Humphrey." She sat up, getting herself into a stable sitting position. She smiled at the breakfast that lay at his side. "Thanks for getting us breakfast. You know how busy it can get late morning." Humphrey nodded in agreement.
"Crazy." Eager to eat, he dug into a part of the food, soon influencing Kate to eat as well. They ate, and then headed out for a walk.
As they were walking, a strange feeling overcame Humphrey. Not a bad one, at that. It merely felt like something bad was going to happen soon. He shook it off as just a false hunch. He and Kate greet wolves a "good morning" as they passed by. The two headed into the woods. He and her walked a while reaching the territory border. They then turned around and came back.
Walking back, that feeling returned again. It seemed so significant to Humphrey , yet he didn't know why. It pinged him like a warning, a reminder, some kind of eternal nudge. He would regret pushing it away a second time.
That night, since it was winter at the time, there was a large blizzard in that area of Canada. Wolves stayed inside, some sleeping it off until morning, even though they wouldn't have any dinner. Many were reluctant to step foot out of their den. Not Kate. One moment, she's inside woth Humphrey, staring at the blizzard outside, the next, she's standing out there, battling against the harsh winds. The snow didn't make it any better.
Humphrey was rambling on about something that happened when he was little, so he didn't notice her silently creep out.
"That would've been embarrassing, wouldn't it? Right Kate?" He turned over to where she would've been. "Kate..?"
He wondered of she was being playful and was just hiding in the dark part of the den. Nope. He check every crevice of the den, but no turnup of Kate. He walks to the entrance of the den, his eyes widening at the footprints in the snow. He had to find her before she got hurt, trained Alpha or not.
He steps out into the snowstorm. "Kate?" He calls to one side. There is no response. He was getting more nervous by the moment. He looked to another side. "Kate?!" He said, louder this time. Still no response. He became frantic. He began to follow the footprints in the snow quickly, wi ith growing fear of what had come of the wolf.
After a while of following the "paw"prints, they eventually disappear. Fortunately, there was still a scent. There was still hope.
The scent leads to where the Caribou would roam, but suddenly the scent tracks take a turn, as if Kate smelt or saw something. The tracjs led into the woods, where the faint smell of blood wafts into his nostrils. He follows the trail, leading to a familiar face.
"Long time, no see, old friend."