Iktome Plains Where you gonna run to?

The more she investigated the smells around her, the more the scent clicked in her head, faded and muddled memories, stained with blood coming to light. It wasn't the cream-and-cinnamon woman exactly, but the smell was similar enough.

She looked up at the sound of pawsteps coming towards her and was relieved to see the void-furred woman. Something smells familiar here, she says bluntly. Latoya could help her. A hunter's skills overlapped with a scout's, perhaps she would be better at finding the scent. Wolf smell. I think we're close to Rusalka,