Nocturne Summit submerged in limbo

Time that she had typically deviated from Moonspear and devoted toward her favorite of agouti had been little as of late. With the return of Alya, her recent journey, and then the return of her father in an injured state she did not think it wise to leave the territory so soon. But with the coming of Winter meant the necessity of a hunt. The tracker, therefore, moved beyond the borders, seeking to draw nearer to a herd she had noted from the upper peaks of her home. 

She had found what she was looking for, though a far more interesting scent mingled among it in the wind. Thinking it familiar, Hydra instinctively found her path shifting. In thinking he was there, how could she not move to him? Her ears pricked as she navigated her path, throwing caution to the wind. Her own pawprints mingled with the fresh tracks the elk had left behind; she would pursue them with her sisters later (now knowing the direction they headed), and force their path at a later time. Dirge was not yet in her line of sight, but it was only a matter of time before he would be.