Then, lead the way. [All she knows is to hope that this doesn't end up a wild goose chase. Of course, the scents, as they are, seem to simply go to the edge of the Wilde and then disappear, so... that is by its nature what is going to happen, and for as long as it does, Maria simply seems... frustrated, but resigned.]
They're clever at hiding their tracks... perhaps it is for their own benefit. [Because though the most murderous edge of Maria's anger has abated, she would still not hesitate to draw steel against anyone that had harmed her garden. Draw steel, and draw blood, at the least.]
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They're clever at hiding their tracks... perhaps it is for their own benefit. [Because though the most murderous edge of Maria's anger has abated, she would still not hesitate to draw steel against anyone that had harmed her garden. Draw steel, and draw blood, at the least.]