Yup, her nose definitely hadn't failed her. There was Hughes with Roy on his back. She slowed to a trot and stopped before them, sniffing. Hearing the strain in Hughes's voice, she walked around and grabbed Roy, pulling him back and off of Hughes. Her muzzle curled as she pulled the unconscious Meister aside. He reeked of concentrated Madness...

Setting Roy down, she trotted once around him before laying across his stomach. And now, they just waited unless Hughes wanted to get back to the tents. That would be easy enough.