Under the cover of darkness she flew. Wings beating lightly, just enough to keep her aloft, yet not loud enough to startle any upon the ground.

Ice blue gaze scanned, searching, the Jaffa had friends, and while she knew there was little chance that she could rescue them alone.

She could at least try and pin the whereabouts. Nostrils flared, scenting, searching, till she was almost hit by a wave of nausea.

What was that smell?, it was far worse then any scent she'd caught before.

Backwinging, hovering, ice blue gaze scanned the area below, was that movement? She didn't dare fly any lower, not yet, now was not the time.