Dawnlark Plains listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Grayday ambled toward the pair, ears pricked curiously at their conversation.

"She left before the move," he said to them, surprised they had not known this. Of course, they'd been off on their mission. Perhaps they hadn't had time to take stock before setting off once more. "Her scent went down into the valley. I can't think why; there was a standing order to stay close."

Truthfully, Grayday was not all that troubled by the loss. He hadn't liked Forrest, and they had a perfectly capable (and perfectly agreeable) healer in Pema.