Snowforest Taiga Right Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn?

Her travel takes her south, further from the coast. She thought going back all the way to the plateau might be a god idea but it’s too far than she’d like to travel. Would Saarthal even go back that way? There isn’t a single scent that would indicate so, but if she’d gone days ago she likely couldn’t trace her anyway. When she’d intended to go back home, something pulled her along the mountain range. Some of it is vaguely familiar, if having been here once or on the fringes or in a state of black out fear, running from your ex-girlfriend’s mother, but nonetheless she can’t pinpoint much.
 
At this point, she’s certain she’s just checking anywhere that someone might be, even if it isn’t Saarthal. The grey girl is long gone, without a trace, and doesn’t want to be found, and her heart aches for the first time in days when she allows herself to accept failure.
 
She closes her eyes, briefly, and takes a few deep breaths. Mixed in is something familiar but she can’t quite place it, but when she opens her eyes over the expanse past the plains, she sees a blur of a figure rushing toward another. From a distance, she can’t really see definite features but one looks as much of a wolf as a coyote might, or a fox, but much bigger. Her jaws tighten as she watches it happen, one canine crash into another, but she keeps her distance as if she’s witnessing something she’s not supposed to.