The spy who sorta knows stuff.

After her mock meeting, Resin had retraced her steps. The smell of the girl was thick in the air. That was a point against her. She hasn't used the wind well and she'd touched the tree that she was hiding behind which made her scent even more noticeable. The girl, because Resin still didn't know her name, was new to the whole spying game. She was sure that a few pointers would set her straight.

Back in Armada territory, Resin made her way towards her spacious den facing the woods where she was expected to be. The large dame settled her prodigious mass upon a pile of furs outside of the den. Now all she had to do was wait for either the girl or Sirius to show themselves.