It was hard to tell if he was holding onto her scent, or just that of the pack. The lengths of his walk he would pause to get the wisp of what was on his coat and Phineas to be sure he was not just imagining her old trail. There was really one there, up to the mountain he had looked upon, but not ventured to. A light twist of his tail, he passed his companion a quiet stare. Phineas certainly had tracking skills, but Sica wondered if this would be enough. Did she want to be found? How far had she traveled? Why was she lost? A flick of his dark lined ear, he sniffed along a few rocks trying to pick up the next point of the trail. The snow did not quite help, fallen upon the spots they had found, and scattered along the rough stone. The silver male steadily pressed onward with hope. Elettra had sent them out for good reasons or there would be no need for a search party.
There it was again, tugging at his nose with some unknown strangers. Hrmm. Light colored eyes looked to the top line of the ridge, wondering, and yet repeating her description in his mind. Where was she going? They had started at the willows, worked through the Fireweed, and now.. Please not a dead end. He did not voice his concerns, he did not want to interrupt the silence between them. He was still trying to decide what kind of wolf Phineas was.
(This post was last modified: Jan 01, 2013, 07:28 AM by Sica.)