The nymph didn't head towards the ship as she intended in the first place but went to the main camp where her main interest was currently.
Thinking about the fine man she couldn't get no matter what tricks she played; she couldn't help but feel furious. Not at him though, but at that vixen. She smelled one thousand miles away the very second; he returned from wherever he disappeared to in the past few months.
She was very sensitive when it came to scents and fragrances. Her nose was so good at sniffing that she was known for her tracking abilities. Her nose was like that of a wolf and as long as the scent was there, she could sniff it and get to the bottom of it.
