She made it back to the section of the river she'd left him at in a matter of minutes, but the cub wasn't there. Whining, she sniffed around the rock she'd put him under, picking out his scent easily. It went down into the river, and for a moment she thought perhaps he'd simply made his way home, but then she picked it up again...heading towards her cabin. With an irritated growl, she tore off in that direction, the cub's scent getting stronger the closer she got to the cabin.<br/><br/>Jogging into the woodshed, she shifted back to human and dressed hastily, then made her way barefoot to the front door. Which was ajar. Shaking her head, she slipped quietly into the cabin, watching the young boy for a moment or two before speaking up.<br/><br/>"You know, generally it's considered impolite to go through other people's things without permission," she drawled from her place near the table. She had folded her arms under her breasts, and was looking at the curious boy with a mixture of amusement and irritation as he snooped through her belongings. Luckily he hadn't made it into the bedroom yet, or he would have found the file she had on Grayson. That is, if he'd thought to look between the mattress and box spring. And with the way little boys minds tended to work...he likely would have.