She wasn't entirely sure what had brought her to the crags; perhaps she had grown curious about a rather foul scent that had emanated from deep within the territory. It had been quick to find, and little of the wolf's body remained sprawled out across the rocks. Despite her stagnancy in regards to what Heyel had labeled the true demons of Moladion, she had retained an interest in at least keeping a tab on their whereabouts and activities. Still, she could not have been entirely certain whether or not the body had been there through foul play or some kind of act of nature. What she did know, however, was that it reeked. It reminded her so very much of the fist body she had ever seen, torn apart by Tobias all those years ago. It was, well, truly deplorable. And so, she had left almost as fast as she had come.

In the recent year or two, she had become especially interested in the field once more. After all, there had been several suspicious bodies throughout Moladion and even more blood markings on the earth or against trees. It meant something was out there and, she felt guilty for thinking of it, but she had her suspicions on who the culprit might have been. It used to make her sick to imagine something of her blood performing such actions but now, she had grown... curious, she supposed. Would things have been any different had she stayed around and claimed the role of a parent? If Brooke had at least stayed around long enough to be a real mother? (It wasn't as if Malina had that privilege either; a mother in and out of her life was still a mother, though, she supposed.) There had to be some kind of conclusion to it all. Nurture or nature? Genes or just some messed up series of events? She knew who she would need to find eventually.

She had turned to leave the crags then, ambling along the cold stone, lost in her own thoughts. When she had caught the scent, she had initially passed it off as a mere coincidence, some kind of memory made into tangible thing. However, it refused to budge even when she began to redirect her thoughts elsewhere. Only then did she pause to really explore it - Covet, definitely. She'd never forget his scent even if she tried. She pondered on the correct course of action. Did she sneak from behind him, taking the back of his neck and giving it a good, hefty shake? She supposed not. After all, she really did need to see him again one day. Perhaps there was just some... residual animosity. It was like being made to just accept a rather nasty splinter as part of you. After all, she did have to accept him. He made her curious but he, above all others, understood things that she did not. His nature, and by extension, possibly their daughter's nature.

With a sigh of defeat, she decided against her better judgement. With a shake of her pelt (she had to be sure to look at least presentable) she moved off towards the direction of the scent, quieting her steps as she did so. It took her several moments to find him then, his serpentine form seeming to glide against the rocks. She smirked for a split second as she moved to cut him off, though she quickly replaced her amusement with a more serious look, one brow raised in silent inquiry however. Her look and posture, expectant, said it all as she made a move to break across his path before stopping, ensuring he would not move any further. She didn't need to say a word, not yet. Where have you been?