Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

Nieve was gone. He was left with both her tasks as far as he knew, to keep with their agreement on him taking over her hunting duties, as well as keeping up with the borders now that she was no longer here to keep up with her own side of the deal. As he prowled the borders, the knight would try to pick through the scents and attempt a hunt should prey be around - it was difficult, he was tired, but he always had a hard time asking for help.

A scent came across his path, a boy. A new Rusalkan from the smell of it. The boy wasn't very far, just by lifting his eye the knight spotted him in the near distance. Who was he? Was he to come and go like the others? So many new members had come and just as quickly had vanished like smoke in the wind - only Tundra remaining as the longest-lasting new Rusalkan after his own joining almost a year ago. 

He could only hope she would continue to remain.