Kalib held onto Anton's hand as far as he the doctors let him but had to let go once they got to the surgery room doors. A nurse blocked his way and ask him some question about Anton but he could only give the nurse her name before he was told to go back to the waiting area. He didn't need to be directed, he knew only only family and people close to Anton would be able to see her once she's out of surgery. With a dazed look on his face, he went back and sat on a chair. From there he waited for what seemed like hours as the doctors did what they needed to help Anton.

A scent wafted to his nostrils. A sharp, metallic smell he had learned to identify when he was away from home. [i]"Silver."[/i] He thought, the light of awareness coming back into his eyes as he glanced around. He tried to look inconspicuous as he searched with his eyes which way the smell was coming from. But then there was something else, something a little bit more familiar. [i]"A wolf?"[/i] It didn't smell like Anton's scent; her's was covered by the heavy blood smell anyway. It made him curious but not curious enough to move to look for the source just yet. He had to be smart about this. New wolves in town was sometimes a touchy thing after all.