Strange sights

"You IDIOT!" Iskra found herself internally screaming that and other self-depricating insults non-stop as she bounded through the snow that was gathering under her paws. It kept getting deeper and deeper, but that wasn't the source of her frustration with herself. She should have known. Should have known better, should have realized. Ugh, why she was such a dumbass she'd never know, but it seemed to be her curse to constantly find herself with issues of her own making chasing at her heels. Today though, she was chasing something. Chasing after her own tracks. It hadn't really occurred to her that Arwen was padding along after her, but it probably should have and Iskra wouldn't be letting herself live this down any time soon. She'd been out exploring and going from one end of the earth to the other when a hint of a familiar scent had hit her nose. It was so faint she knew it's source was very far away, but when she realized what it was her eyes went wide and she proceeded to race after her own tracks in hopes of finding the source. The tiny, possibly now frozen source.

At first she almost panicked when she found the tiny puppy tracks at their end, stopping where a new set had converged with Iskra's faint trail. Whoever it was had obviously grabbed the child up out of the snow. Once Iskra took a deep breath and searched for a scent, she was relieved to find it was not a stranger who had collected the child but someone she'd met quite recently. Setting off after them, Iskra still continued to berate herself for thinking she could continue in her explorations like normal when she knew this kid might be following her. When she finally saw the tracks leading right to a den up ahead, Iskra called out loudly before reaching it, "Arwen!"