Cedar Sweep When the rain falls I won’t let go

She described a young boy with very distinctive markings- and Niamh was quite sure that she hadn't seen any young folk- or adult wolves- with that colour pattern. Her ears flicked back as she considered simply telling the female that she would keep an eye out- and not really do so. But something in the back of her mind muttered its disapproval- and oddly enough, the voice that spoke was male. She sighed. She knew Colt would want her to help the female out, so she lowered her head a bit, dropping her defensive posture slightly. She nodded once at the female and then made to walk past her- back in the direction she'd come from. 

"Alright. Take me to the last place you can strongly smell his scent." She said, and though she did sound somewhat reluctant, at least she was offering to help.