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That he’d not seen her father recently was disappointing, to say the least. With splayed ears she looked elsewhere, wondering to herself how she’d managed to get so confused with the scents that not only had she been taken to a stranger, but she’d been going down a path that her father hadn’t even walked all along. There weren’t many things that Yama considered herself to be particularly  good at but, well, she’d been hoping that she’d be able to add tracking to that list. Alas, it was apparent now that, that would not be the case.

At the offer to help she perked up slightly, though it wasn’t long before she was sucked back into her own mind. Would it count if she had help, or would that only prove that she really was incapable of acting on her own? So often did she look to her family on how to act and behave, her twin specifically, that she was soon falling back into that very same habit and considering how each of them might respond. Eventually, though, she settled on a decision with a slow shake of her head.

“I have to find him by myself,” she stated. “It’s important.” It was to her, anyways. Whether or not anyone else actually cared about her way of living was something to be debated, of course.