Deepwood Weald That shine for me

He took her direction without contesting, nodding and peeling away to search for his beta while Keres turned herself to point away from him and start her own part of the search. Head down, her nose began its earnest work, taking in scents and odors and parsing them as nerves passed the signal onto her brain. Methodically, she moved, covering a good deal of distance efficiently and yet, ineffectively. 

Nothing. Her lips pressed in a thin line, ears pushing back against her head. Still, she did not give up her search, moving onward to the next patch of brush and foliage.