Alanya took off at a steady pace, careful not to toss around the bag or her passenger around. [I]Nobody's perfect.[/I] She put her nose up to the air and searched for the scent but couldn't find it in the part of the forest she was occupying. Turning toward the town, Alanya kept to the darker outskirts until she neared her master's house, dropping the bag off on the front step before rushing out into the streets once more. The scent on the bell was faint, but just strong enough for her to begin following it back to a different part of the forest. [I]His scent is mixed with that of another person. I don't think he's alone.[/I] She slowed her pace, worried that the second scent might be a hunter, but it wasn't any that she had become familiar with. A few stray notes of a song drifted to her ears which twitched in surprise. She almost couldn't help wandering in closer after the Skitty gijinka's scent.