He is lost in the blur of the battle. It goes on, sadly.
"Kyla," he calls out into the stars. "Kyla!"
He gets no reply from his calls. He fears she is to weak to call out again. He fears the worst hoping for the best. He will find her. He has to.
"Where are you going pup," a growl comes from behind him. Zora turns to see one of the elders.
"To find my mate."
"Not now," the wolf growls again. War is something the Elders never want. "You fight with me."
Zora follows the comand.