Raven's Watch quoth the raven, nevermore

Indeed, Huntington's keen sight did not betray her. 

Although she found herself not far from the coast, the distance was considerable given Akantha's proclivities. Raven's Watch, once a favored haunt following her fall from grace, held sway with her tide-locked heart. The beady-eyed corvids that called the loft home harbored no territorial aggression towards her; she was no more than a shadow, and certainly no threat to their livelihood. Two ships passing in the night. 

But when she lowerered her nose to investigate a recent trail, she caught wind of another—fresher scent. A single ear swiveled with apprehension as she stiffly straightened her posture, and twitched her tail to indicate her displeasure with the current circumstances; was she being watched, or was it merely coincidence that she would drift into this territory shortly after another? 

Akantha pressed on, slower now.