Moonsong Glacier no body, no crime

jr is patrolling the borders when, her energies focused upon the sights and the smells, ghost dives down from arial recon and grabs a tuft of the fur at her nape in his good talon and tugs. it jolts her out of the hyper focus she's extended and her golden gaze snaps to ghost as he takes flight in a direction.

she assumes, then, that a call had risen for her.

she follows in ghosts' shadow; steps slowing as the scent of others soon gives way to ariadne and the scent of dutch still too fresh and strong to be far away; mingling with the scent of caribou.

-a hunt?- jr signs to her leader, guessing.