Gyrfalcon's Keep surrender, but don't give yourself away

No matter how deeply she concentrated or how wide she made her search, Moorhen could not seem to pick up the scent once more. Just as she had resigned herself to doubling back to pick it up again, she noticed another coming toward her. The dark woman paused a moment to slant a wary glance in the stranger's direction, a flicker of her ears giving away her uncertainty.

A moment later, though, her usual stoicism rippled back over her like a drop of water down her back. She offered a bark of greeting before doubling back to the last place she'd been certain she could smell the trail. Closer to the stranger, consequently, but that couldn't be helped.

More carefully this time, Moorhen began tracing her quarry through the rough terrain. And, just as quickly as had happened before, she lost it. With a soft snort of impatience, she sat back on her haunches and surveyed the area.