scouting dem 1/3
The scent had been rather noxious but it had drawn her nonetheless. The spring appeared not long after she'd left the treeline behind her, and she'd stopped to get a good look at it with a quirked brow. Why on earth did that thing smell so...absolutely horrible. The stench of sulfur stung her sensitive nose and it wrinkled up distastefully. If she was hoping to find any trace of a herd suitable for hunting, it surely wouldn't be around here.
Going out of her way to investigate the putrid body of water that looked like something from another dimension initially seemed, to her dismay, like a steep inconvenience. But as it were - luckily for her - the barren, dry mud surrounding Tutleback Lake's little gem was telling. Weathered four-toed imprints trailed in a rather straight path right past the Eye, from the direction of the Pass to eventually disappear into the grasses more toward the lake. Looking about to make sure she wasn't being tailed by coyotes or vulnerable out in the relative openness of the area, Lyanna eventually padded closer with her nose to the ground to get a better feel for whether or not the tracks would be useful in helping her scout out a worthy target for future hunting.
The scent wasn't entirely faded, though there hadn't been much rain to wash it away if it had been older than she'd gauged. Eyeing the path the caribou had taken westward, she supposed there was enough daylight left to press further in that direction. Maybe she'd catch a break.