Today, the Weyr had been expecting a merchant, and all reports said that he had been on the trail early this morning. At this point, he was very late. Ordinarily, they might have been willing to let it go until he was more than a day late, but with the dangers from the roaming felines, it was a bad idea to leave anyone unprotected overnight, and they were taking the delay very seriously.
Which meant that Galana would not be spending the evening waiting for potential injuries in the infirmary and treating current patients. Nor would she go on one of the short-range patrols that she and Galask often took. They would be doing everything in their power to find the merchant before the felines did, hoping that he was still close to the trail. Galask's bags were packed with her medical supplies, but also with various supplies for basic survival- it was surprising how often people were found with minimal traditional injuries, but serious dehydration, or suffering from exposure.
On their previous searches, it had been enough for Galana and Galask to bring along a human partner. Or-they had thought it had been enough. They had never run into any threats that Galask couldn't handle, and they had foolishly assumed that they wouldn't. She knew better now, but she was one of the relatively intelligent people who could learn from other people's bad experiences as well as her own.
Thanks to the recent feline attacks, she was now required to work with at least one other wherhandler, but if the leaders had expected her to object, she had surprised them. She was no daredevil, and her pride didn't depend on convincing people that she could do everything alone. So she was waiting on Rhea and his two whers before heading out. She didn't know how much experience they had with tracking humans, but even if they were just going to be the equivalent of bodyguards for the missing merchant, she would be very grateful for the help.