She was getting the message across, great. Maybe she could teach him how to communicate too, although she wasn't going to expect too much from these weird pets. Still, she managed to get him to the woods, weaving through the trees much slower this time, following the trail she'd previously taken on her hunt.
The undergrowth got thicker the deeper they went, and Blue paused for a moment on a broken and fallen tree trunk, claws digging in to keep her steady, waiting for Hawke to catch up and look ahead.
It was a small hut, one window at the front next to a door, all wooden walls and roof, the door appearing rotted and locked. Blue chirped again, showing off her find, just as much as showing off the dead animal she dropped there before she found it.