She spent her days either locked away on the privacy of her small little island, or slinking through the forest. After the murders, she made a point to spend a little more time in the forest. While it would be a stretch to identify her actions as patrolling, but she was on the hunt for clues. There was something about the murders that was sinister and brutal - it was something that seemed to beckon her to follow the clues, hunt the hunter.
Perhaps it was her desire to be the first to discover just who, or what, the monster was. Perhaps then she could use her information to sell to the highest bidder. There were things in life she wanted, needed. She has aspirations and this seemed like a perfectly good way to achieve those aspirations.
But as she wanders through the forest, she realizes that she is not alone. She smells him before she sees him. She is situated behind him and off to his left side. She slinks amongst the charred trees, keeping hidden in the shadows as she watches him. She does not recognize him, but something tells her that he is supposed to be a friend, that he’s also a member of the Dawn Court. She can smell the court all over him and yet, she doesn’t trust him. Why should she? For all she knew, he could be the one who committed the murders.
@Toulouse
