Larkcall Lowlands we come

dated 11/30, after the great horned thing find @Aleksei

It would take them nowhere near a fortnight to arrive to where they would. No, probably by evening time—that would be the ideal thing, of course—and she and her newest companion struck out just before first light. They were off with a great many bounds but did not depart before sniffing the remnants they had brought back of the thing they had found. And after that, Nightingale sprinted off and out of the Riverlands; she struck out in one whip-like movement and was moving ahead at a fast clip.

Testament to her excitement.

She would wheel backwards and approach him from time to time, spurning him forward playfully; she did so at present, before arriving to the lowlands. They were following the trail of creatures of the things like, but had not yet found the specific strand they sought. But she had heard that like called to like; perhaps it was true in this circumstance, where she felt she could hear the herds from a distance. The songbird slowed at last, her energy not out by any means but withholding, for a moment, her eagerness. Y'think we'll find it? Came her excited whisper, peering, now, to Aleksei. Before she hadn't any doubts. Now that they were here, she simply wanted him to confirm it, to inspire as she sought to inspire... her tail waved, coaxing the words from him with an elated expression. Yes. Yes we will! But somehow him saying it, where she had perhaps a thousand times, would make it truth.