Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

And when has your nose ever been reliable? She snarked with a small huff, as if redirecting on his whim is the most difficult thing in the world.

But, after a few sneaking glances and quiet sniffles, she found a faint trace of disease on the air. Maybe not that exactly, but a pungent aroma that she'd learned to equate with a meal - but it shifted with the wind, seemed weak and watery from the snow. It bothered Jubilee to ever consider Rev right at any point, but she was also far too hungry to let her pride get in the way of food.

Yeah, yeah I think you're... Nah, she wouldn't say it; but the shine in her eyes completed that sentence just as she wheeled away from him, going charging across the shale and snow. She stopped a few lengths later and spiraled, testing the air again, and shot him a look - Well come on, we don't have all day to find this thing.

With their luck it'd be something exceptionally vile, likely trapped beneath the rubble of stonework and mostly frozen.