Lion Head Mesa every beginning has within it the seeds of its own end

it is only dull interest that has her come here, but it is after a moment that she notes the scent of @Black Hat, and a second, semi-familiar one it takes her a long moment to place -- @Rowan, the boy she'd not thought of since she'd left the wood behind. they are outside of that gradual border that marks the end of the nightwalker's and moonspear's shared dominion, a fact that relieves her. though she'd been sure at the time, she had come to doubt the decision she'd made in her last conversation with her once-mentor. 

the girl trails through the foothills, seeking a fresher scent. that line into adulthood had been crossed, it seemed, and at just about the same time Valour's scent had gone faint. it's him he searches for too, out here; an ally is too valuable to lose, especially so shortly after her most recent challenge.