Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

It was curious, the few bits of memories that lead her paws towards the Taiga, further luck that brought the healer inevitably towards her target. The scents on the wind steadily became more known, more familiar to her, and she gave a little shudder at the sensation that rippled through her. Her silver coat bristled, the marks of darker grey blending her on her journey until she was met with the sharp scent of a pack. 

With that, the scent of the one person she had been hoping to find - and there, with it, came the flourish of hope in her. Saria gave a little smirk, eyes drifting along to pull as many details as she could from her place several yards from the pack lands. The more informed she was before being found, the better.