Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

About half of this, Rosalyn did know.  She'd always relied heavily on scent to find prey, and occasionally droppings and tracks as indicators.  The other two had never occurred to her, especially the bit about the bark.  Deer ate that?  No wonder they seemed to have heads made of cotton.

You've made a study of them, to know what they eat.  She observed, watching the girl drop from the tree.  She'd watched birds for patterns in catching them better, but had never considered the thought that behavior would also aid in finding.  This is an interest of yours?

She'd spoken of being a hunter, but Rosalyn didn't recall the details.  This was good to know, and it helped her to fit a more concrete skill set to Haunt.  The captain in her couldn't help but be interested.