Hoshor Plains Curiosity killed the cat... Good thing I'm not a cat!

Syrma's path meandered, simply trusting that Spica's was doing the same not too far away. Lately her twin had been working on her hunting stuff a lot which was good and all but Syrma's interest on it kind of came and went--granted, she liked when it was there, she just had to figure out how to make it stay always. Such was true for a lot of things. She wasn't really that fond of the places made up of their current home, so kind of struggled to get into a good routine that actually interested her long enough to do anything with.

Nothing was catching her attention until she inadvertently stumbled across the fresh trail left by Peony. Since the juvenile didn't recognize her as a familiar face yet, or even any face, she decided to follow it with her nose skimming low to the ground--seeking any further clues. While not a meal, maybe it could at least be better than absolutely boring. Syrma just wanted anything but that... so she trotted lightly after her, unaware that soon, she would catch her doubling back along it too.

She kept her eyes peeled, but didn't quite know what she was looking for. When she finally spotted the other wolf, she gave a little start, and stopped in her tracks to watch her come.