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Quin had had enough with that blasted fox. Once again her familiar had run off and though she had never tried to keep him by her side or restrain his wandering she found it to be quite annoying when he took items of hers and ran off with them; what could a fox do with sugar cubes anyway? The sun was bright and the day was young as Quin wandered through the fields and forests near her home. She folowed the scent of her long time friend, hoping to run into him soon since she had other things to do. Just as she was about to give up her search though a new and familiar scent reached Quin's nose. She wasnt a tracker, and by no means did she have the sensitive nose of her great granddaughter, but the smell of blood was undependable. Fear instantly gripped the mare as she took in another breath of the scent. Where there was blood there was usually the one that caused it - and her run in with the skinwalker from he childhood was still fresh on her mind despite the years that had passed. Then again, the scent also meant a victim. Daylight decreased the possibility that the predator was still around, so Quin was not quite as cautious as normal. "Hello," She called as she began to follow the scent into an open field. Perhaps if the victim was a survivor there would be a response. Then again, this could all be a trap. Quin was very nervous to say the least, and she was ready to turn and run if there was a need.