Sarah
*Oh how futile Dušana had felt.
Surely, she should of done much more to halt that thief in time.
For the being strayed away..
Taking with it the rations the benevolent folks at the merchants stall had worked ever so hard and long for to obtain.*

*And Dušana didn't do... Anything.*

*Pursing her lips into a hard, set line—Dušana herself plodded up the mountains. Her mind busy, and hectic regarding the events of today. Nevertheless, at least on a more positive note; this route will take her home more quickly.* 

*Home. 
The place where Marmee, and her two eldest sisters remained. 
Home. The place she was supposed to go back to after retrieving Marmee's new boots she had requested.
Home. The place where Dušana was to go back to with the said boots, but instead, is going back with a guilty heart.*
Daniel
*The smell of smoke filled the air, Dušana most likely being able to smell. A delectable aroma of a cooked fish would soon follow. The smell came from a small, distant light shining behind a tree. It was a bit hidden and should Dušana not have been around at the time of the smoke, what hid behind would not have been visible*

*It was a small camp, nothing too special, just a simple tent and a warm fire, with a freshly caught fish slowly roasting above. Though, there was no one in sight nearby. The little green tent door was zipped open, but the inside was dark and unable to be seen into*

*However, soon a fairly short kitsune boy walked out of the tent, his long black tail swaying lightly. He sighed, pulling out a small wooden flute and sat down by the fire. He was preparing to play, but stopped himself, just staring aimlessly at the fire*
Sarah
*As Dušana neared further up the mountain, she would of detected the scent of this mentioned smoke. In follow, she would of then gathered a whiff of what was... Fish?*

*The scent was startling. Seeing as, Dušana hadn't seen anyone or anything nearby. Nevertheless, she uplifted her chin. And slowly, but... Surely, she began to lead herself over towards where the scent had taken place.*

*It was only when she caught sight of the small camp had she stilled in her spot. Not too far from it, but not too near either. 
The first thought the popped into her mind was, 'Where is it's owner?' 
For, though the camp was small-
Raiders were surely a thing.
And she would greatly hate for this person to be robbed of what they had.*

*However-
That thought was interrupted when a wondrous Kitsune boy sauntered himself out of his tent.
Oh, how gracious he maneuvered about. How delicate, yet, poised he carried himself! 
Yes, such a wondrous sight indeed DušAna thought to herself.*

*Albeit, having seen the owner of this here camp, Dušana was about to pardon herself from the area. It was, however, when the Kitsune retrieved a flute that gave her a reason to stay. Goodness... She has been awfully curious today.
However she couldn't help it.
She admired the instrument. And even more? She admired live music.*

*Thus, Dušana slowly kneeled. Gently, and cautiously. 
Time was ticking fast. And she needed to get home. But, surely... Maybe hearing one song couldn't do her profound harm?*