Bramblepoint I'm turning to the rhythm of the night, I am alright

She sniffed and sussed out what details she could. There was no tufts of fur upon the treeline to depict that this was claimed. There also was no stench of pee that displayed that this was someone's land. But the scents she noted were fresh, and more than one. And then, there was one scent in particular that caused her head to snap upward and her tail to wave behind her. Rian! Knowing this land was not claimed, and far too excited over the prospect of seeing Rian again, Hydra moved into the woods now, her trajectory right on course with Rannoch's present location. Her nose quivered as the winds shifted, but she sought, in particular, Rian's trail.