Minamo blinked at his question and looked around. She was fairly sure she was heading in the right direction. Her eyes scanned the ground below them, searching for a trace of the deer she felt had been somewhere there. Nothing on the ground, odd. But then, it had rained a couple of times and that would have washed away their hoof prints. Even though she could still no scent them, a brown patch on the bush caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. There it was, part of a deer pelt.

"They must have started a migration, but with a limping one they can't have gone very far." She muttered, walking up to the bush and sniffing the bit of fur that was stuck to it. The sweet, musky scent rose up, making her mouth water. "Definitely here. I wonder where they went..."

But she wouldn't give up, there was a hungry lion here and she was determined to feed him. "C'mon, let's track them down."