Belle Island was far enough from Detroit proper that, thankfully, Ana couldn't smell the city. She was sure it wouldn't agree with her nose, and sometimes, if smells were strong enough, they could give her a headache. She'd gone out at Callum's request, just to make sure that Catherine would be OK. The problem, though, was trying to find one scent in a city that teemed with scents. But she'd just sighed, cracked her neck, and set out into the island proper.
Anyone passing would have seen Ana scenting the air every so often, not that she noticed. But she knew what Cat smelled like, and she eventually picked up the trail. It led her to the Aquarium, and she stood outside, scenting the air further to make sure she wasn't just picking up residuals. Nope. This was definitely where Cat had gone.
She headed inside, winding her way through tanks. Her footsteps seemed oddly muted to her ears, and she slowed her pace to look at some of the more interesting displays. And as she rounded a corner, the scent of Cat practically smacked her in the face. Yeah, she was definitely in the right place. But Issac was here too, and she hadn't expected that. She hung back, mentally shrugging. Everything seemed fine for the moment. She was patient. She could wait.