Abby does go back to the tent first. It's still empty, she knew that it would be, but she still finds what she's actually here for — Ellie's pack, leaning up against the side of the tent, right where it shouldn't be. She's been thinking about it ever since she got that boot out of Wags' mouth and kneels beside the bag now, dragging it across the ground toward herself. She opens it.

All of her things are inside. Weapons (knifes, not all of them sheathed), first aid supplies, a couple trinkets, her sketchbook, wrapped food. There's stuff all smashed into the lining at the bottom, pencil shavings and crumbs, lint, loose hairs, woody splinters that might have come off of arrows.

Wags is sitting beside her being usually silent; she lifts the bag up to him to let him get a good sniff inside. "Go find her," she says, rubbing his back urgently. "Find Ellie. Go find her."

He tilts his head. Wags isn't a tracking dog, he doesn't know what she's asking him to do. She stares at the bag, the one she knows Ellie would never leave behind for any reason and then she slings it carelessly toward the bedrolls, grabs her stuff and leaves. She's done a full circuit and asked a few people passing by if they've seen Ellie anywhere (they haven't), when Clarisse's voice finally crackles through the crystals.

"Nothing." It's like she just... vanished into thin air. Abby's still moving though, still walking. She says, "Clarisse," and then her throat closes up and she can't say anything else, can't complete the sentence.