Bearclaw Valley They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails

To the valley she went, on the trail of a sister who always seemed to wander. @Athalia; her scent was fresh here, a winding path through unfamiliar land. Amneris was uncertain; perturbed; hurt, even.

Why did she leave?

Why here?

Her nose was low to the ground as she idled along the trail. Amneris saw no reason to rush; she never did. Her sister was here, of that there could be no doubt. It was only a matter of time before she found her.

For now, she kept her eyes trained ahead.