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She nodded approvingly as Naudir corrected herself and set to sniffing for border markers. "Not long ago this was the territory of a pack called Argead. Their scent has all but dispersed now. There is no sign of illness or death here, so it is likely that they simply chose to leave. Prey scent is still abundant and unwary, so they did not leave due to lack of food either." With the lack of border markers established, she stepped into the territory. Peaceful willows swayed gently with their soft tinkle of leaves, and she now chose to answer Naudir's earlier question. "Willows can shelter many types of prey, from ordinary rabbits and squirrels to elk and moose. They grow best near water, so you know there will be some found here in some form if you know how to look. Perhaps you can find it, dottir?"