She made it a point to be as aware of the Olympus captives' movements the best that she could. She would likely need to assign watchers to guard them - even if the pups didn't try to escape she would not doubt the Olympians would trespass in an attempt to spirit them away in a cowardly fashion. As much as she hated Virgil, she could not deny that at least the woman faced her problems head on, but she could not trust the shadowy bitch to do the same. It had been Helios Olympus to face her in the challenge and she respected him for that, but he had also sought to impose his will over her pack despite his own submission and that made his honor less clear. Her vengeance would not be simply snatched away by a cowardly thief, without honor. The pups would need watching.
That was why as one of the younger pair of Olympus pups stalked her, Katja was also stalking him through the lush grass of the plain - a place she'd been startled to learn after taking it from Olympus was known as the Dancefloor of the Gods... perhaps a sign that this was the gods' will, or perhaps a coincidence. Soon no doubt the pup would be tiring of this long search, and she had other things she could be doing rather than follow one small wolf around the whole of Yfir, so rather than continue following his trail she silently circled around to seat herself in his path. If he continued the way he was going he would find her quickly enough.
