She glances a bit warily at the flareon, then - "Yeah. Smell's kinda - familiar? Over here."

"From- before?"

"Yeah. Think so."

"Mm. Is there a trail, do you think?"

"...Maybe?"

"That's probably our best bet for finding the one who did this quickly."

"Yeah. Even if we go get someone better at following scents - the police might not be able to spare anyone, and the city's a while back..."

Sniff sniff. "I think I've got a good enough trail, anyways."

"Okay." She calls Intrepid and Flareon over to tell them that Flicker's found a lead.

"Okay. We're following it."

Serious nod.

Everyone's on the same page, then.

After Flicker.

Flicker leads them deeper into the mountains, a bit slowly.

"This smell... Isn't one of the people who had me..." she murmurs after a bit. "Only smelt it briefly, right before I escaped."

"...Good you got away when you did, then."

"Yeah. They were moving me - I don't know why, they didn't say in my hearing, but seemed like they weren't keeping me much longer."

"Maybe we can get some answers about that, too."

She nods, slowly.

Further into the woods, alert for trouble.

Trouble! 

Also known as: an explosion, a burst of smoke into the sky, a swoosh of flame, and then a very angry and/ or freaked out jolteon running toward them from the explosion.

"Ah!"

"Hey! Wait!"

She skids to a stop in front of them, snarling, hackles raised and jagged.

"Whoa! We're on your side. Or, I'm pretty sure we are, anyway."

Mrrrrr!

She doesn't bristle any less! But she does chance a quick, sharp glance over her shoulder.

"Can you check it out?" she asks Flicker and Flareon, nodding towards the fire.

"Yeah. I'm good with fire."

She darts forward.

Flicker nods and follows.