FLASHBACK.....
The wintry wind whipped violently, the snow, making its descent as the night went on, causing extreme difficulty when trying to memory track his mate. He sniffed the air, her scent faint but still sensible nonetheless. However, it certainly wasn’t strong enough for him to keep tracking her. His ability of object memory began to static due to his sudden utter lack of concentration-not to mention two weeks he'd spent with not a wink of sleep and hardly a hearty source of nourishment. This added to the situation of his lost love made it hard to feel as positive as before, in terms of his thoughts of finding his Crescenda.
Frustration set in; he made an aggressive noise as he realized that the night, yet again, would be lost because of the weather. His senses were cons
