Blacktail Deer Plateau everything moves, everything pulses, everything lies in the eyes of you

Rosalyn's patience abruptly left her as he pressed on with his reasons, detailing Caiaphas wrongdoings.  He could take his crusade elsewhere, she'd already made it clear she was gone.  Then you are in the wrong place.  She replied, and her fur rose with the abrupt close to the statement.  She's gone.

She couldn't help him, and she didn't wish to.  She was tired of hearing the witch's name, of callers for her coming.  Rusalka no longer deserved the shadows she'd led there.  

How did they track them from the sound?

Is that all? If so, then she'd end this now.  Any interest she'd had in playing diplomat died as soon as his credo left his lips.  If he had a crusade to fight, it was his own.  And it was one that would turn up empty, for she knew the siren's fate.