Set very soon after this thread which I'm making lots of assumptions about how I want it to go
It was so faint but it was there, and she clung to the scent as though if she let go she would fall into a void. It was so delicate, like spider's thread, that she constantly feared that simply touching it would cause it to break, but it did not waver, and she did not waver either. He had come this way, her @Ash, with lots of others too, his pack she assumed - why he would need to evacuate them all she could not know, and her heart ached for whatever had befallen them. No happy thing would cause such an exodus. She could only hope they were all well and safe, but how far had they gone?
Bella was keenly aware of the fact that she could not chase him forever, because she had already spent almost a full day away from the mountain, away from her children, and in her current state she could follow this thread forever. Ash was a light at the end of the tunnel which @Veho had helped her find, and she would be damned if she didn't reach it. But maybe, if they had gone too far, she would be just as damned if she did.
It wasn't healthy to think that way. She had already narrowly missed falling into despair, furious and mournful about @Datura and confused about Ash's whereabouts and anxious for her family, but it would do nobody any good to succumb to that kind of darkness. So she stuck with the trail, letting it consume her and give her hope, all the while ticking away at a small clock in the back of her mind. Just how much time away from the mountain was finding Ash worth? She could not begin to value it. Maybe she would just know when it was time.
Fortunately, life was on her side. The trail came to an end, replaced by something much denser and fresh - pack boundaries. Unmistakable. At first she thought that the stronger scent would overpower her Ash's faint one, until she realised that his was on the border too - which could only mean one thing. Gripped by fervent hope and fixated on the thought that Ash might have brought his family here, she did not register that the borders also contained another curiously familiar scent, and paced restlessly before the borders, staring through the thicket at emptiness, desperately wanting to crash through and find the man she sought. But she wasn't a trespasser.
"Ash?" she called, tentatively at first, then unable to help herself, louder, tilting her head back as the words turned into one long call: "Ash? Ash!"