Faviola
*Juna would come to a stop, watching her Jackal walk off for a bit to his own business while her Airstrider would stride onwards to finally get a good run in. While the plants mostly obscured them from her view, the Canifor had a good idea of where they were from the noises they made. The land would have seemed a lot quieter if not for the sound of Seagulls flying about, a sound Juna had gotten quite used to. She'd glance around the forest, eyes squinting against the streams of light that managed to penetrate their way through only to be counteracted by a shadow that loomed across the edge of her vision.

Juna would turn her head, noticing the tiny dark bodies of the flying rats, moving as one to take over the treeline she had recently crossed. Crows? Out here? She had always envisioned this place to be something a lot more beautiful than the one she left, perhaps with grace and richness that she couldn't even begin to understand. But crows? They were as filthy and bad of an omen as seeing a vulture circling in the sky. This couldn't be natural. Though it seemed that ever since her near arrival, the spirits had been quite vocal with such. She hoped this wasn't a mistake.

Among the darkness of the crows, however, something seemed to stand out to her. A figure of nearly pure white, dangerously close to the Canifor without her own animals picking up on it. She'd hold her staff more protectively across her, daring to speak to this thing in hopes that it was hardly more than a figment of her imagination.*"...Who are you...?"*She sounded more hesitant, much like a person carefully picking around a terrain of broken glass in hopes that her words wouldn't spite nor scare away the individual she hoped wasn't actually there.*
Eunice
The figure skulked further behind their broken cover as swiftly the hunter took notice, wary yet unwilling to flee.
That look they bore... It was something almost unbecoming of a hunter - no, it spoke of something more. Deeper than hunter and prey, it was a look of guarded, feeble minded fear; prone to spreading, taking root, and bursting aflame - often via a hail of rocks and an angry chorus if memory served. Perhaps this one was a child, and the creatures further ahead held domain over the hunt. Regardless, it was better not to reply, for a being with such a look only punished those who spoke out of line, and so, after drinking in the child's visage in the tense silence that followed, the white figure ran.

But they didn't run far. Peeking out from further out the tree line, they could still see and be seen a decent distance away. It was only good practice after all. So long as they didn't become the hunted, all one needed to do was wait. 

The shadows in the trees swayed in the wind, a wave of black shifting with the shimmer of feathers, broken only by the occasional flutter and squawk of a meat squabble.
Faviola
*Juna would grow still as the figure suddenly ran off while still remaining in partial view of the Canifor. Was she afraid of her? Juna thought it to herself, wondering if any shy spirits existed if she even was one. Or perhaps she was a wisp with her opposing colors. The Canifor would take a couple of cautious steps forward, wary of the other animals in the area that seemed like an added audience between the two of them whereas Juna's two companions remained absent from it. She wondered if they were even aware of what was happening or was this merely an illusion like what the book she read spoke of.*

"I'm... Sorry-"*Juna would say, knowing full well she didn't have any ownership of this land unlike what she claimed to have back in Salvania. She could just as well be a trespasser if she wasn't careful.*"I'm not here to cause any harm. I'm... New here-"*The Canifor would say more passively. 

It would be bad to make enemies in this new location, so for now, she could simply try befriending the wisp, spirit, bird person while her animals finished their business.*"I just was looking to explore this place a bit... You don't have to hide..."*She'd continue asking if coaxing the woman out.*
Eunice
A generous predator? How rare! How precious! Although it could have easily been a scheme to lure in easy prey, but the figure happily trot over, white hair fluttering with their every move. This one was but a child after all, and hardly lacked the skill to feed themselves, unless perhaps, their expertise allowed them a little snack whenever they so pleased. Only time would tell.

Stopping a few paces away, the monotone mass of swirling white took shape. Eager eyes and a petite smile shone past the parted curtain, doubtless and unafraid.
"Are you lost?" The girl asked. "Do you want to play? We can explore together!" She was at once so unabashedly excited to meet the other that it was hard to imagine she had been so shy before.
Faviola
*Juna would watch as she'd make her way over, gently lowering her staff so as not to come off as so threatening. There was a part of her that itched to have it ready just in case, but she knew better than to be on the defensive so much. She'd simply have to learn to relax for now. With the bird woman coming more in view, Juna found herself studying her. She seemed a lot more real to be a spirit. A lot more opaque anyways.

Juna's head would tilt to the side a bit as the Crow lady would ask if she was lost or wanted to play.*"No I... Just got here actually... I know where the others are... I just... Figured I'd take my time to stretch out my legs for a short while..."*She'd say more hesitantly, finding this person's playful behavior quite strange. Was this the way people in Runra typically were?*"Are you... From here...?"*She'd ask, occasionally eyeing the crows that flew about.*
Eunice
One fluttered down and landed atop the pronged shapes atop the girl's head. Snapping up the last of a glistening red morsel, it watched the hunter with one beady, black eye, warier than it's childish companion. 
"We can race then!" The girl quips, apparently unaware of the corvus. Her energy seemed to grow with every word, further eclipsing her previously reclusive nature. "From here? No, I just came from over there silly! You watched me!" She points towards the trees she had hid behind earlier, as if the other had forgotten the events of moments prior. It seemed she was quite young indeed! Proficient enough to be left alone at least, not that any of it made them lesser as company. Perhaps they could hunt together. Both were bound to learn something from each other's techniques with such different tutors. Twas an excellent way to avoid being hunted in the future!