Blackfoot Forest settle down, set it right

They pressed onwards in their search, silent and stoic. They had no need for words, the resolute determination in their matching gaze was telling enough. As they cleared the mountain range, @Hydra ranged ahead while Lyra searched through a dark woodland, nose working furiously as she tried to pick up Alya's scent. Over the mountains to Easthollow. She repeated the words over and over in her mind like a mantra, wishing she were even half the scout Alya was. As much as she was devoted to and needed at Moonspear, the Ostrega girl was angry at herself for not learning more about the lands beyond their claim sooner.

With soft but purposeful strides, Lyra prowled through the forest, stopping every so often to check a stray tree branch or upturned stone — anything that could possibly have a whiff of her sister's scent. However, her efforts continued to be in vain, and so she marched on through the glow of the afternoon sun, unwavering in her focus.