"Alpha, We haven't found anything so far. Her scent became extremely faint around two kilometres away from the house, and disappeared. Besides, its been snowing for the past two days, it has severely affected our tracking efficiency." The leading tracker in the army hung his head as he reported their pitiful findings to Alpha Brian.
Alpha Brian sighed into his wrinkly palms, rubbing them over his face in an attempt to erase the unease settling into the aging lines. The sudden ordeal had aged him overnight.
Iris didn't take anything significant. Her room, the attic, stayed the same and her faint scent led to a dead end. Alpha Brian tried to recall her scent, but found that his memory of it was bitterly lacking. He didn't know, or rather didn't care, what his daughter's scent was like.
