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The pair was with a task but very little resources to lead them in the right direction. A look of concern fell about the child’s face as her two-toned brother responded to the question. Perhaps there was another way that they could find her but Freyja was at a loss of how they could track down Portia. Her milky eyes darted about the scenery before them as she wondered just where Portia could be.

She was a bit slow to catch onto what he was attempting to get across to her and as he motioned she paused mid-step and watched on. But, suddenly, as he dropped his nose to the floor the idea struck her. “Woooooooah!” she breathed, her eyes glistening and her heart thudding as the realization overcame her. Yes, she could help him track! “I can do that!” she affirmed then, dropping her nose to the ground and inhaling heavily. Though she had only met the woman once, Freyja had spent quite some time with the other woman as she had helped in her hunting lesson.

Her nose lingered on the floor as she attempted to account for all the scents that the earth offered. She smelt the trails of her family members, Wildfire, and some other wolves that she could not account for. But, Portia was nowhere to be found. She could recall that there was something oddly floral to Portia’s scent and it was one that would stick out among other scents.

Lifting her head, she frowned. “Not here.” She sighed, her ears falling to her crown in her moment of defeat. Looking to the horizon, she took a step forward. “Maybe near the other dens?” she offered, inviting him to take the lead.