Morningside Cuesta dulasei

A stream of good naturedness came through, sun piercing the clouds in the aftermath of a storm, when she found common ground with the young wanderer. And while it wasn't the truth, she nodded while bearing a knowing smile in a bid to continue this change in demeanour. "Mmhmm. I heard tell once that whiskeyjacks will lead you to food, or to another creature in need of help." That fact, at least, she had heard to be true. Whether or not it was she had yet to see- grey jays didn't seem to be as common about this part of the country. 

At least the tension between them seemed to have disappeared, and eas replaced by a supple willingness to embrace the assistance she'd offered. An optimistic whirlwind, the girl had become, appreciative and loquacious. She mentioned her family- though some of the terms she used were ones Paisley had never heard before. Still, it had always served her best to simply act as though she understood, att least for a while. 

"Ah, I see. So you've got a bit of family back there probably waitin' for you, hmm?" She asked. "Not to worry. We'll get you back in a jiffy; I'm Paisley, nice to meet you, Heda," She said. She stepped forward then- now they were introduced, it seemed to signal that she was trusted. She began to sniff around a bit, and found the girl's scent. Considering the fact she was lost, Paisley supposed it might be time she had a tracking lesson. 

"The trick to tracking, is to follow the scent of the thing you can't see." She said. "Now, I can see that there's dirt, and a burrdock bush, pine, aspen, and wildflowers, and I can smell all those things but I'm not lookin' for those. So I kind of try to tune those things out. What's left is the smell of you. Should be kinda familiar to ya, like the way your family smells."