sorbet.

She had not gone far after meeting Lumiya, just to the nearby maple wood, and picked her way westward with a full belly. Stryx did not know where the woman made camp with her people but she had an inkling; they had smelled of flowers, with a reedy, windswept quality she had not noticed anywhere in the mountains.

Lumiya had mentioned the willows when they had talked, and gave Stryx a vague direction to heed. Using these clues Stryx navigated her way along — passing over a narrow ridge swarming with red-leafed trees, down through a gully of stone, and then out, to an expanse of stonework which carried on towards a copse of willow trees. There was wolf scent all over the place and chief among those marks, Lumiya's.

Stryx boldly moved beyond the marks; she had only met the woman once and did not carry the same scents as those loyal to her, and really she should have waited and observed the area for a bit before taking this plunge, but she was not used to policing her behaviour. Her desire to find a nice place to nap overrode any concerns.