Random story bits that I want to put into a story but can't find a good place

Werewolf scenting

I stepped out of my white car and shut the door behind me. I sighed and adjusted my shirt before taking a stride towards my brother's front door. I stepped up onto the porch and admired the pink, yellow, and red decorative flowers under the window next to the door.

I adjusted the black bag with gold details that was uncomfortably hanging on my shoulder. I had on a loose band t-shirt and black leggings with grey sneakers with white laces on. I brushed my shoulder-length dark blonde hair behind my ear and took another moment to regain my thoughts before knocking.

I swallowed and took the leap by knocking the door. It was soon opened and I was met with the tall red-headed woman who married my brother. She gave me an uncomfortably long hug with my arms still by my side. "Oh, thank you for coming so quickly,"

I pulled away from her and smoothed out my shirt again. "Of course," I said with a fake smile. I stepped beside her further into the house to find my brother. I found him in the kitchen holding a coffee cup to his face taking a sip.

He quickly put it down and rushed to hug me. I took this hug gratefully and hugged him for almost half a minute. "I missed you Charlotte, thank you for coming." He said with his deep voice that was scarily similar to Dad's.

"When did you realize Sophia was gone?" I asked him as I leaned back onto the counter. Brook walked into the kitchen and stood awkwardly fiddling with the diamond wedding ring that used to be Moms. "It was yesterday evening, we called you soon after." She said quietly. For once I didn't see her as just the woman who married my brother but as a concerned mother who reminded me of mine. 

I remembered the call, I had just sat down to eat lunch when my phone rang. On the other line was a sobbing Brook, I couldn't even understand her until Lincoln took the phone from her and explained the situation to me. Sophia had decided to take a mid-afternoon nap and an hour or two later when Brook went to wake her up for dinner, she was gone.

I glanced at the family photos hung on the walls and quickly found the small printed out photo of me and Lincoln as kids. I was seven and he was six in that photo both hugging dad as Mom took the picture. Beside it was Brook's and Lincoln's wedding photo and her maternity pictures.

"Have you told her much about being a werewolf?" I asked them. Lincoln and I were both werewolves, but Brook was human. Werewolves and humans getting married and having kids was greatly taboo in werewolf culture and they had to leave the pack because of it. With them now living so far away I rarely visited.

"Nothing really, just that my side of the family is, not to tell anyone else, and Brook isn't," Lincoln told me. I nodded, Sophia had just turned twelve and if she was a werewolf it would be much more obvious when she turned sixteen. I sighed as I walked back out of the front door to scent for the missing girl.

I kneeled down onto the house's front lawn to concentrate on the scents around me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on where I was, and what was around me. The blades of bright green grass my fingers were laid upon. The blue painted brick house behind me with a clean white front door.

I sighed slightly as I could again see the world around me with my eyes closed. My vision was glossy and scents jumped out at me in diffrent colors. The grass around me had a grey fog wafting above it, the small flowers beside the house had a light lavender mist.

I slowly looked around me, careful not to break my concentration when I found the fading yellow trail of Sophia's scent. I stood slowly and walked towards the hazy yellow fog. As I followed it along the small deer trail that she had followed I soon saw flashes of her walking down the trail in front of me.

I was seeing the past as I concentrated on her actions more and more. With wisps of yellow trailing behind her as the flashes got longer and clearer. It was dark and she was alone, she left at night at her own free will. Soon the flashes lasted about half a second longer and only had about two seconds in between them.

She was glancing behind her and I had to fight with myself to concentrate more on her movements instead of mine. I could vaguely feel branches brush against my legs but I ignored them. I relaxed as the flashes turned into a full picture, no longer jumping back and forth with what I was currently seeing.

I watched her speed up her pace, she didn't seem like she was being chased because when she glanced behind her, her face wasn't scared but concerned. She was making sure she wasn't being followed.