Broken Boulder Savvy?

Hooray for phone posts, amiright? Pfft

The woman felt quite disgusting. Dried mud was caked onto her underside and paws, just barely managing to stop a short ways past her ankles. She'd not the opportunity to clean herself as of yet, having decided instead to seek Depp out once more. Bothered was she by the itch of her skin, yet somehow she'd been able to push past it and continue on with her trek. Oh, how she'd give anything to be near the river once more, but alas, she'd taken a different route on account of having to follow whatever ounce of the male's scent still lingered. Perhaps that was what bothered her most, the fact that she was seeking out the strange man rather than a nice place to relieve herself of the dried filth. It felt strange to not comply with her selfish desires, instead putting the idea of companionship ahead of herself. It was awful. No matter, the decision had been a subconscious one, and it was much too late to alter her course once more.

When the time had arrived in which his scent had grown stronger, signifying he'd been there recently, the Gorgon wasted no time in tracking him down. What she found to be strange was that another two fragrances mingled with his own, neither of which being ones she'd recognized. Had he found some more followers? Shrugging to herself, she continued forward until she could see the others, and then proceeded to fall into place at Depp's side. Her gaze lingered on the strangers for a moment before flickering to her companion, where it then narrowed slightly. "Not a word," she'd hissed, regarding her appearance. Afterwards her eyes had snapped back to the unknown beings, analyzing them in silence.