Moonspear missions

The long-legged female shook her head, "nothing." It was hard to pick up on anything when there was nothing to be found. For all she knew, they could've been close, but her nose smelled nothing, "I could not find a scent to track." Desdemona admitted to such, to her failure, finding there would be no excuse to hide it. She thought perhaps another, who was more aware of their beings, would be more suited for future tasks, but she understood why to send herself. Some still held the aftermath of the season, and herself, was far past it. Yet, even so, she could not find them.