For a moment  Tamara pauses with a thoughtful expression.   As the bird takes flight,  in low attitude and slow almost hovering pace.    A slight nod is given,  as it is rather obvious that the bird wants her to follow.  So  with a backward glance towards the passage she just came through.  To ensure no orc was coming through.     Tamara would turn and follow the bird.    As she is headed in the direction facing the sun.