Wrinkling her nose at the scent and sight of the evidence of some other creature, a creature who's scat lies wholly unknown, unknowable to her prying eyes.<br/><br/>Backing away a little, still crouched, hidden by the foliage Fern continues her careful explorations.  Every step of her small bare feet carefully placed as to leave as little trace as possible, every movement born of one used to traveling unseen or unheard through darkened passages and pathways.