On the Trail

Pale paws carried the slender woman through the grove of trees as she followed Merrick dutifully, looking at the berry bushes around them curiously. Some she recognized, some she didn't. As they passed through the grove she spotted signs of dens that seemed moderately fresh or at least used recently. While she very obviously wouldn't know the scents herself, there was one that was strongly all across this area that had some similar traits to it as Merrick's scent—the kind of thing that showed they might be siblings. She glanced up at the dark brute that was leading her through these unknown lands, her ruby gaze curious while she was standing slightly behind him where he couldn't see her expression.

He hadn't specified exactly what they were on the search for and she hadn't asked. When he told her that they were leaving the slave ship and he was taking her with him she hadn't had any complaints or second thoughts. He had been one of the only constants in her life for a while now and while she knew she wouldn't exactly have an easy life with him, but it was still better than the alternative. Stepping up along side him as they walked, she glanced up at him briefly, but mostly kept her gaze shifted down toward their paws. "Would you like to tell me what you're looking for so I could help you?" she asked quietly.

"Keelin"