Emer felt a little better after speaking with Erani, enough so that she couldn't deny the urge to venture a little further from her den. She'd been planning on returning to it straight away, though a scent caught her attention and for some reason she felt certain she recognised it. She couldn't place anyone to the scent directly, though for the first time in a while curiosity had gotten the better of her and although still cautious in her movements, she attempted to find this wolf that she possibly knew.
It was certainly the furthest she had travelled into the lands now, since her venture through them to find herself a den of course and it seemed that with each step her confidence was starting to falter a little bit. What if she was mistaken? Or perhaps this scent wasn't actually someone nice? Aside from the black male in the crypt that she dared not think about though, all of the wolves she had met in Alacritia had been rather friendly and given how kindly Erani and the Valhallan's she'd actually met were, Emer doubted there would be anyone she really ought to fear living here. Though still tentative about her actions, that thought kept her slow progress going.
