"Ah," she gets the direction, even before he indicates physically, and follows easily. The ozone-scent is slowly fading from her skin- a side effect of flying, the scents of the skies (and occasionally storms) can linger after a long flight, which she'd recently indulged in over the city.

"Something in particular you want me to see?" she says, more wondering aloud than actually asking him. "Fine then, lead on."

She is getting the distinct impression this wolf has some non-animal-like intelligence to him. There certainly seems to be some definite motivation for his nuzzles and directions, and she's curious to see what they are.