She's followed on all fours, wanting a proper nose to to track with. It's a mix of smells in a way she's never encountered before, but at the end of the day, she's inclined to trust a smell like that. Down to the seaweed farm she goes, trotting casually down the path where Jean had walked before.

When she spots them, she raises her head to stare from a distance, ears pricked. One person, not two, but still... strange. Ylva gives herself a shake and steps forward to introduce herself, shifting onto two legs as she gets closer.

"Hi," she says, suddenly not sure what she's doing here.