Moonspear She takes me away

With a small measure of reluctance, she pulled her stare from tracing the sterling patterns of Wraen's coat to the nearby scenery—towards where, presumably, something had lurked through here not too long ago. "Hm, where did you follow it from?" she asked, sniffing first the breeze, then down low closer to the ground to test where she might get a better lead. If she knew the features of the land the critter was tending towards, maybe she could begin to narrow down what exactly it could be.. unless she got a good sampling on the scent first. "My trail had a whiff of raccoon, but was spotty at best," she explained with a shake of her head. "So, maybe that, or I have seen marmots near here before. Or.. hmm, this seems like something a bit.. muskier," she said through a concentrated furrow, and nosed along further to confirm.