Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

 a list of practical items wb could dedicate her time to: locating her brother and catching him up on the recent-ish events that have transpired; looking to see where the remnants of bhediyon have cast themselves, as she's already an in with them; even going back to the forest her friend lives in, where again, an in -- but practicality ain't her style and so after spending the past few weeks gallavanting with no real purpose she turns herself coastal once again. 

well, sorta: she's twisting amongst the sequoias, a spot she's never been to before, and the scent she comes upon says pack! pack! fresh enough to make her pull up short. the starlet hasn't been here exactly bu-ut she doesn't think she smelled them before when she was prancing about to visit furi who -- oh! she lives right around here somewhere too, don't she? maybe -- well, maybe it's worth checkin out something new for herself and she'll worry about the rest later. cheerfully and as impulsively as any other day witchbaby lifts her pretty red head and calls for whoever's around to answer her.