Moonspear This time

He came in beside her and she just watched sharply, unsure of what he intended to do with this encounter. When horror spread across his expression, her skin prickled at the words to follow. "No. Not that." she shook her head, attempting to be dismissive about the topic mainly for herself. Since he nor anyone else had found a trail, she was guessing Lazarus was either long gone or dead. An open-ending like that granted her no satisfaction and was just yet another matter to be pissed off about since the damage was done and the urge for revenge would likely go unsatisfied for now. Whereas in truth, a tiny part of her did hope that if he lived, Lazarus would come back for whatever reason. She could find him then if he did and maybe when he did dare to show up again, she wouldn't be on the back-end of her year's worst beating thanks to a disastrous hunt and herself.

"Were you looking for me?" she asked, although it was only a good guess that he had been truly seeking her out, and maybe even a presumptuous one at that.