The fae had last been seen in the park, which was where Evie was going to start. She'd arrived in the park, keeping her nose peeled for any scent of fae. The trouble was that Nemed's scent had faded some, and there were always new visitors to the park.

Frowning slightly, she kept to the shadows, getting the lay of the land.

Which, funny. Some shifter seemed to be doing the same- she could smell him.

Taking a step out of the shadow of a tree, Evie raised a hand in greeting. "Good afternoon for a trip to the park, isn't it?"