James
Marsila Vema 
Northwind

Marsila didn't believe him truthfully, yet she kept her doubts about his behaviour to herself and instead focused on their journey ahead. "That makes the both of us." 

She listened as he explained his issue with his memory or lack therof, followed by his uncertainty on the realism the memories brought back. Marsila felt herself relating to Arin whenever she found herself in a shift. Her memory within the animalistic state felt like a dream and at times, couldn't tell whether it happened during an actual shift or within her dreams as she slept. 

When Arin changed the topic, it didn't go unnoticed. Instead, she let it be and played along with his new topic. She looked down towards her stallion who was unbothered by their journey, enjoying the distance as he was used to long distance travels with his handler. 

Marsila then looked towards the man she partnered with, nodding in agreement while pulling the reigns to a halt. "I'm happy to rest but how much further do you think we have until we reach Terrasol?"
Marion
`Az'maveth
Northwind-Forest`

New persons had entered the forest. He could feel it in the trees and in the wind, their scent traveled through his domain like a light wisp. He was asleep in his Ivy when he carefully peeled his eyes open, looking through the greenery toward the direction of the trail leading to Terrasol.

He sat up and stretched, looking up as the sun was moving to settle in the horizon, peering through the trees and telling him goodnight. He must have napped longer than intended. He moved to stand. 

His inky hands combed through the ivy as he stood, gently rubbing the back of his tangled crimson hair with a lazy yawn.

He began to carefully step through the forest. Every root and branch avoided caused his trek to be silent and swift, as he knew the forest better than people know themselves. Tall trees began to thin as he approached the road, and looked along it to spot his new visitors. Ah, just up there. He smiled to himself and crouched down, watching from afar, his equally crimson eyes locked in on every movement he could make out. 

He couldn't hear them from this distance, but what they said hardly mattered to him. He wanted to see if they'd play a game... Perhaps keep-away, or catch the hog. He did so like being chased. 

Moving back into the growing shadows, he skirted around them. They'd have to settle somewhere, somewhere close by. He wanted to see if there was something they'd chase him for.
Carol
Arin Cragton
Northwind

Arin shivered as the cold wind from the late evening whistled through the trees. The deerskin jacket needed repairing, but for now it was all he had. His hands were gripped tightly around the reins of the horse, and he did all he could to ignore the cold. 

"As long as we don't get snowed in, at most a day. There are dark clouds brewing in the east that I am beginning to be nervous about, but we should be fine." Arin said, unsure who he was trying to convince. He glanced around, before looking at the sky. 

"We used to hate it when it snowed. Rain's bad enough. Mix in the cold and the way it just sticks to everything? Impossible to deal with." Arin said, filling the silence so his brain couldn't catch up. He pointed over at a clearing in the forest, before checking his pack. 

"We can set the tents there. Use some of the nearby trees to create some guard against the air." He said, bringing his horse to stop next to hers. "Unless you have a better plan?" He offered.
James
Marsila Vema
Northwind

She thought of the choices they could make and decided it would be best to rest and recover. From the look of the weather that was creeping towards them, the two may experience some colder temperatures over the night but fortunately they had enough coverings and fabric with them from the group that attacked them a few days earlier. 

"No, I agree with you." She pulled the reigns in, bringing her stallion to a halt before looking towards Arin. His skin paled significantly to a blue hue compared to Marsila's own fair skin. 

When Marsila dismounted her horse, she didn't bother to tie his rope to a branch as it was at no risk of running away. Instead, she began going through the packs the horses carried. She managed to pull out a couple strips of jerky before moving onto the packs containing thick fabric that would defende them from the wind and snow. "I think we should set up camp and then search for some wood to light a fire. Otherwise you have a chance of falling ill." 

Marsila chewed on the Jerky as she started on the camp, finding her stomach turning from hunger as the small peice of meat barely satisfied her.
Marion
`Az'maveth
Northwind`

He silently watched, creeping around them behind bushes. He smiled warmly at them. 

A lovely camping trip. He thought to himself how perfect the spot they picked was. It was a soft bed of grass, with enough rocks around to have a practical fireplace, and to weigh down the edges of their tents. 

He began to scan their belongings lazily, his eyes flittering over every little thing. He began picking his teeth while he waited. He had to grab the stuff he could play around with when they were a good distance away. Close enough to see and give chase, but far enough they wouldn't catch him so fast.