It's not hard to follow her scent, she is not accustomed to being tracked by it and does not think to hide it or cover it. Her home is a rather dark and ominous victorian manse somewhat off the beaten path, with large overhanging trees. She's not at home just now though, no, he finds her just a bit away from it.
A quiet little corner park, just a couple of blocks up from where she lives, sitting beneath an ancient tree and staring heavenward to watch the twinkling stars and gleaming moon through the shroud of branches.
She looks up when she feels him approach and gasps softly, rising to her feet and smoothing her hands down over the black skirt she wears.