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Cygnet had picked up on the woman's scent- and while she did not understand what it meant, she was intrigued. The nosy girl trailed along the woman's scent, noticing that she'd left their borders not long ago. Suspicious, and wondering morbidly if the woman was sick and simply going off to die alone, she began to track her- eyes glistening at the thought of finding her in her last few moments- just to see what death might look like on a wolf's face. 

She had been using Akavir as a means of practicing her stalking- and he seemed to encourage her endeavors, which was gratifying for the young hunter. She enjoyed stalking other wolves- being mindful of their whereabouts so that she might simultaneously avoid actual physical contact, and uncomfortable conversations. 

She peeped on the woman through a clump of bushes- she looked healthy enough, disappoingly. Cygnet snorted silently, and rolled her eyes. A waste of time.