Luna walks not far behind her, swearing as she sees the system... colour was not something werewolf senses went well with... she preferred following a scent or a sound.... no reason to handicap yourself in the dark... or if you went blind. It took her a moment to decipher the writing... this one all her, though no one when she was young would have even known what it was, she was dyslexic. She grunted before following the blue ribbon, casually sniffing the air to familliarise herself with the route... far easier than following these daft lines everywhere, after a while she finds an interesting scent... a curiously empty one. It... existed... but didn't... she herself had never come across a doppelganger... and ends up almost sniffing Rachel's shoulder.