The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

Muskrat offers to help her track, and Yuki happy obliges with a nod. She was embarrassed at first -- hunting was a key survival trait and one she lacked experience in. Yet the mountian woman seemed free of judgment, and she was happy to learn under her wing. 

I wouldn't mind that at all! You know of a place to start? The answer to her question was answered immediately, however, as Muskrat gestures over towards the other side of the mountains. A cloud of black avians took over the sky, and she lifted her nose to smell something in decay. Hopefully none have beat us to it, yet maybe we're lucky. Wouldn't hurt to find out, yes?

Her paws already set off, slowly, as to not get too hasty and loose where she'd been going. This was new to her, and so was this terrain.