Northstar Vale chasing moments

Picking along at their fringes with a quiet mosey, she mentally checked off a few of the most important scents around (meaning the faces she knew the best and those that had stayed with them for the length of her tenure namely)--and along the way, found nothing glaringly abnormal to raise any immediate cause for concern. Still, she had not gone very far through the nightscape before Queenie's unsurprising approach brought her nose up from the ground.  At the sight of her, big smile and all, she set to sweeping a slow rhythm with her tail against her hocks before she greeted her back with a low, appreciative chuff and duck of her head. 

She knew she had not kept the best track of time while out prowling. It was easy not to when the weather was good enough to not worry. Had it been that long? Probably. "South, all over the mountains down that way," she answered, swinging her muzzle roughly towards the way she had come from. South was the easiest way to put a label on her winding, wandering path that traced the range and its edges as she could find the trails to carry her. She had been tempted to go find out where Valette's Easthollow was, but that was a trip for another time. "I think I might have found about where that third pack that tried to claim the hairless thing come from," which had been the goal, despite never exactly nailing it down. Perhaps they were a more elusive lot than anticipated. "All good here?" she asked.