Leaping from the log, ripping out her claws to take chunks of the bark with her, Blue hissed at the hut, the smell still clinging and making her claws flex, digging into the dirt and air as she inched forwards with Hawke.
She didn't really want to venture closer, the smell was off-putting, but she was a little curious about what might be in there. There was always something odd around here, and she was learning so many things around this part. Although all she could smell was burnt wood and not any prey or pets inside.
Waiting for Hawke to circle the den, Blue ventured closer, claws clicking against the stale wood as she butted her muzzle against the dusty glass of the window, nostrils flaring but unable to further hinder any possible peering inside.