There had never been any more to go on than a scent here or there, faded but present none the less until it took on the tone of the very trees themselves. Of course, she couldn't be certain, and with the stretch of time clouding her judgment she wasn't sure she would recognise it if it ever crossed her path again, but the same might not be true for the attacker. "My scent alone may be enough to cause problems. I'd rather keep contact with them to a minimum," no harm had come to them yet... "But, we never did resolve whether that one was working alone or not so perhaps it will be alright."
It was about all the warning she was willing to offer. Perhaps one day she would tell Kerberos of what had taken place but again, did it really apply to him, here and now? There were other packs to speak of! "My sister lived in the Cedarwood at one point, I don't know that she would still be there, and the pack north of them was lead by a woman called Nina, she was a very kind wolf." A bit of a blundering idiot, refusing to take her own herbs to keep herself alive through the winter, but she could never say her heart wasn't in the right place.