Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Following Bat was laughably easy for Artaax. She was not great at masking her trail. He could've taught her, had she chosen to remain amongst those he regarded with favor, but she had spat on his kindness and his willingness to claim her as family. She had chosen this path instead - the path of a natrona. Yet, it still didn't quite stick in his mind. Bat may have screamed obscenities at him and fled, but he still didn't fully consider her responsible for her own action. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that she was just a child, and children were super stupid. She couldn't be blamed for how intensely moronic her youth made her. There was still a chance his hopes weren't in vain, that he could bring them all back home and somehow all would be forgiven and they could just be a family again. The way they were meant to be.

Not that he cared or anything.

The feisripa lifted his head from the ground, satisfied that Bat's trail was still apparent enough that he could step away without having to worry that he'd lose it. His stomach was rumbling eagerly and the scent on the wind told him he was near to a large body of water. He diverted from his path in pursuit of the lake, hopeful that it would hold some sort of water fowl that he could nab for an early morning snack. Snow was still falling quietly around him, which he was grateful for as it helped him blend with his surroundings. He squinted his eyes to hide the vibrancy of his mismatched irises as he fell into a hunter's posture and picked up his pace.