"Try turning or walking around. See if it reacts to direction and distance."

Does it?

It does! Faintly, but noticeably.

Is that good enough for them?

Good enough for her!

How does Shade want to do the hunt itself?

Quietly.

She grins. "I think I'll go on foot, to match your flight. It's been a while, since I had that pleasure. And I can do quiet."

"Then let's go."

She starts flying in the direction indicated by her tracking crystal.

The Yew Queen runs along the forest floor below her.

And the mountain falls away, and the trail winds, and they come to where a stream vanishes down into the limestone, creating a hole in the side of the mountain.

The trail goes down into the darkness.

A cave. Wonderful.

She lands, and creates a little floating light. She doesn't much feel like wandering in the darkness.

The Yew Queen's eyes start to reflect the light strangely, and she doesn't bother with making a light.

There's a few muffled noises, a bit below them. Person ones. Someone scared, perhaps.

Sounds like the quarry. Can she use 'the person making the noises' as a focus for further divination?

It seems to think every person present is making noises.

The scared person, specifically, the one further into the cave, being hunted. She wants more details about them.

And she knows -

The prey is female, barely out of her teens, scared but determined, Heartful, very much so -

And using her magic to run.

The trace rapidly goes down into the cave system.

Shade does not want her prey to get away. She wants to be faster, to know where she's going, to catch her-

The chase winds through the caverns, emerging into a forested slope on a different side of the mountain -

Where Shade will be able to quickly gain ground on her prey, a woman in deerskin clothes with no weapons beyond a stone knife and the determined look in her eyes.

How primitive. That knife is not going to be able to hurt her.

The way the air freezes around her, enough to flash freeze her sweat, might.

That makes her angry, enough so to restore her temperature and nearly boil the air.

The woman stumbles back, her skin flushing, and then swings a hand wildly at Shade, creating a sort of odd shimmering barrier.

Not something that will stop her for long, if at all.

The woman makes a strangled noise when Shade gets up to her, chest heaving as panic enters her eyes. She stumbles back.

Maybe this is kind of fun. She advances closer.

"You can't hide from me," she says in a low voice. "You can't run. You can't get away."

She bares her teeth. "St - stay away, I'm warning you," she calls, taking another step back.