The ridge was two hours north of where the beast had gone down.
Nyx had read it during the fight — something in the ambient at the northern edge of the clearing's sightline, different from the surrounding field, present in the way things were present when they had been accumulating in one location for a very long time. She had been thinking about it since. Not obsessively. The way she thought about things worth returning to, filed correctly and revisited when the conditions were right.
The conditions were the last full day in the eastern territory.
