Yukiko's surroundings were eerily still, it seemed as if all living creatures suddenly disappeared, though it made sense as animals tend to have keen senses, and with a werewolf staying within this stretch of wilderness it was obvious the normal inhabitants would flee. The trail of blood ended, not even the smallest micro droplet, yet the stench was still there, hovering like a stiff cloud although not only blood per say, other scents such as putrid, decayed flesh of what else the beast has hunted. Physical tracks were present as well, while she couldn't be called a tracker herself, she was still able to follow them well enough. 

There were other markers, the remains of deer, the leftover intestines and bone looked to be remarkably fresh. If Yukiko were to guess the werewolf she was seeking had to be nearby, as such she redoubled her efforts, to pick up the pace for the prospect of meeting this savage monster was drawing near. 

She found herself just outside of the treeline, before her was a hill, and with that hill she spotted what appeared to be a cave, a presumably perfect lair. Before marching ever so forward, after all there was no time to waste, she felt eyes watching her, so considering the fact that average animals were for the most part missing, she must've encountered something much greater. Fortunately her questions were answered before long, because the source of that gaze revealed itself, or rather himself. Her initial reaction was one of curiosity, from what she heard of werewolves; for any human to be hunting one was interesting, a man like that had to have some courage. This man certainly looked prepared for a hunt, as he was clad in a gleaming chainmail hauberk, and armed to the teeth, plus he looked rather well built for this sort of activity. Yukiko didn't run or hide, nothing of the sort, instead she wanted to talk with the hunter, in actuality she was somewhat eager to do so.