You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog

With their mission in mind Natha worked her way to the northeast with Sedna toward the pack of Abaven, scouring the land as they went. Natha focused on her eyesight and her hearing, trysting Sedna to take care of the scent department. While Natha had an exceptional nose she would, begrudgingly, admit that her sense of smell was inferior to that of wolves.

In the distance she could hear the sound of running water and as she climbed up a nearby tree to get a better look she spied a gorgeous waterfall. The setting sun hit the pools of water, turning them into melted pools of gold and amber. Natha tore her sight from the falls and focused on searching for any sign of Malalia. Nothing. She clicked her tongue then scrambled back down from the tree.

"No sight of her, but there is a nice waterfall up ahead. We should be able to follow it near to Abaven's territory and maybe further." It made sense that if Malalia were lost she might follow a river or key water source, especially with the heat of summer right around the corner.