Blade ran through the forest, his nose picking up everything scents that passed through his sight. The scents of leaves, trees, plants, flowers and birds that chirped on the trees.
He stopped! Perceiving the soft wisp of his mate scent. She must not have ran so far, she was a weak werewolf who needed to be protected by him. At these thoughts, he ran further into the lands.
Her scent was leading him to wards the pack border, which separates his pack from the land of the rogues.
Quickly, using his vampire speed, but not running too fast so that he would not miss her scent, running towards the pack borders.
Again, he percieved the scents of his pack members, as they ran towards his directions.
Concentrating his senses to locate his mate scents, which he finds more important at that minute. Knowing the fact that if she crosses his border, she would be killed, there was no denying it.