Emberwood cicero smiled

There was a tangle of blackberry bramble that caught upon the fur of her sides, combing through like a fine toothed comb. As she moved through the dark forest, the young creature noticed the dampness of the rain pooling around her paws. The soil softened the longer she wandered, leaving a trail of wide paw prints behind her - interspersed with soggy leaves, of course. Basilie moved aimlessly now. Without the scent of her brother's blood (if that was what she had found) she had no idea where she was heading.

And then, as if to answer her unspoken prayers, the scent renewed itself. It was just as metallic as before; there was a strong crispness to it, like that of water, but not rain. It wasn't a salty scent. Alert now, Basilie hiked around a copse of thick-trunked trees, and caught sight of a nearby river. At the head of the river, or at the very least exposed to one side of it, there was a figure.

She knew who it was without needing to call out. Her search, therefore, had reached a conclusion. With a cautious advance, she was drifting near his position within a handful of moments - however, Basilie remained concealed by the thick shadows of the forest.