"Yes!" she hissed back, still huddling close despite a sudden backlash of resentment at the Inquisitor's anger, "Yes, I can smell them, and all the trees they have pissed on -- It is unpleasant, by the way!  I do not know how far.  I do not know if one is the... thing."  She pointed, following the thin, billowing trails, nearly invisible in the dark swell of fog.  "There, there, there and there."