She had been moving quite far from the pack's new location. Now that she was healed up she was head into her work. She started by getting familiar with her surroundings, then tracking prey movement. She didn't think her rank and she wasn't in the place to call a pack hunt, but at least she could report it to someone higher up and do more one on one hunts to bring prey home. She was fallowing a small group of Takin that she had came across in Wraith's woods. She had mostly been fallowing their trail, hoping to get close enough to spy on the ground, count the number of heads, and look for any old or injured. She fallowed them all the way through the woods and up until their path took a sharp right to go down into Ancient Oaks. She was going to fallow them, but something else caught her attention. She ran into a familiar scent laced with the Risen's pack scent. It made her stop to check if her nose was playing a trick on her.
Her brows furrowed with worry. Yes him and his sister were getting bigger, but all the way out here alone. Her instinct and her worry drove her to abandon her work and fallow the trail. She was fearful something could happen to him and if she found out that it did and she simply ignored his trail she would be heartbroken. She had to at least check and see if he was okay before going back to her hunting tasks. So altering her course she quickly fallowed the fairly fresh trail, rushing to catch up with him. It wasn't long before she was fallowing his prints in the sand along the cove and when his form came into view her pace slowed. She was relieved to see that he was digging in the sand and he looked to be fine.
"What are you looking for Shilah?" she called as she closed the distance.
