Darkness was no stranger to her, but she imagined Thoth didn't fare the best in it. The scent on the wind carried the trace of another, and yet now all she wanted was the comfort of her den, and its warmth. She permitted a subtle bark to the eagle as if instructing him to head home. If he listened or not, well, that was up to him. She still had fair scraps scattered, she could keep him feed but her mood to hunt was soured by the ice starting to cling to her pelt. She could imagine that it would cling to his wings eventually, and if nothing else, she became protective of the little creature.

Her paws pressed on a little way, mostly out of curiosity and partly out of aimlessness. The subtle clawing at her mind forced her to flash her fangs before slipping them back behind dark curtains. Still, ever determined and ever persistent, she tracked the scent laid before her. She was only a few yards away, she assumed, but with this visibility, it was harder to determine. She offered a soft rumble in the direction she presumed the creature was in. It was light and non-hostile, simply a wordless announcement of her presence. None the wiser that she had evaded any potential danger from the silly runes she had initially sought out to find.

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