For quite some time she flew through the woods, making<em>quite</em>a bit of distance.  Night eventually falls (but stabilizes, thank god!) and it becomes abundantly clear that the raiding party were either incompetent or they were getting lazy; it was so very easy to track them now, even if she didn't have a magical beacon guiding her way.  Blood signified a dead wild animal, likely dinner for the gnolls and kobolds, and that man perhaps, and by the time it was clearly too late to travel due to the darkness (quite late considering her newly found penchant for seeing in lower light), she had but three hours fall-back behind them.<br/><br/>As such, she hit the sack<em>very</em>early, with the intention of waking up before the crack of dawn, figuring the creatures would not only wake later (they were already so slack), but that groups their size tend to be slower moving, and also slower to leave (have to prepare more food and that takes more time).  With any luck, she could make up the three or so hours in the low light where she could still see so very well now...