Firefly Ravine Bleak

Lilia was a decent tracker, but the ravine was not the best terrain. The winding river that ran through the area was framed by steep inclines, littered with shrubby bushes and alders that grew so close together they choked out daylight. The way was not easy, so she had to pick her path carefully, and also wanted to avoid simply traipsing on the ice and falling through. 

She found the path left behind by the boys, and flicked an ear when she heard more voices calling out. A man and a woman, but they were far away enough she couldn't identify who they might be. She thought Quennell must have heard her...

The voice rang out again- close enough now that she recognized it. She picked her way back up the slope, and began scenting back along her own trail, until she spotted the familiar form of Njord, his face made unfamiliar with worry. There was a woman with him, who looked panicked as well. Her ears flicked back. 

What the hell was going on?!"

"Njord?" She asked, hoping he might explain. Given the harrowed look of the both of them, she assumed something very big was going on.