Cedar Sweep an escape from reality

Watching the female for a moment it seemed that they shared a similar cause. No one would be scouting about and paying more attention to the ground and plants than the area itself. Hunters often scanned the area and not just the ground, constantly in a motion and far more reserved in their steps. It wasn't like she could read minds but she was fairly decent at reading body language. "What are you searching for?" She asked curiously; sharing what might be a conspiratorial smile with the female. 

It wasn't like she ran into one of her own often, and perhaps they could help one another in their search. The scent on her wasn't one that Hemlock was familiar with and she ran it through the little roll-a-dex of places she knew and wolves she'd ran into. She had never encountered a member from the Fen, even though she'd rarely ran in that area of the Wild she could always stand to learn more.