Discoveries and more

The hunt up northward had been marginal. The obvious pack border was a distasteful waste. The mangled and decaying bodies reminded him of his father and the trash heap he had found *himself* and his slave in.

He lugged back an alpine goat for them both and when he approached the spot he had left her he was initially confused. Wondering if he had the spot wrong at first, but that couldn't be, he was never wrong. The God-Prince Ultyr scented the ground and found that yes, he had the spot right, but she was nowhere to be seen. He narrowed his eyes, did she dare to disobey him again? A cutting wind bit into his fur as he found another place she had rubbed her fur into like a cat. Ahh... she had at least left a trail for him to follow.

A sharp scent of sick hit his nose just as he saw the little nub of her tail between the rocks.
Sick? He hadn't given her bad meat had he? He drew closer and several scents hit him at once. Spew, tears, hers, and something else. Something that hit his brain in a curious way.

"What did you find..." He rumbled taking the fur from her paw and looking closely at it. It smelled... familiar. Almost. Familiar adjacent. Had his slave finally found a clue to their quarry? He looked down and found tears in her eyes. Her body shivering, a corner of her mouth slick with some vomit.

"Hmm..." He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Clean yourself up you have sick on your cheek." He huffed as he looked at the fur again. Grey, with a hint of black. It was too dark to be who he wanted, but perhaps it could be close enough. The scent was unmistakable.

"You moved away from where I put you to find this didn't you?" He asked, looking around for the source of the fur they had found. A splatter of blood nearby.