Bertha
Days had passed since Ken had left his village with only a longsword, leather vest, a horse and some coins to his name.
He was riding his horse on a small trail that had seen better days but it did offer him the peace of the forest.

"This place sure seems peaceful." He said talking to himself.
It reminded him of his home, where he used to hunt and gather herbs for his village and himself as his family wasn't really a family anymore.
One thing he was certain of, he was happier after having left.

After what felt like hours he came across a small stream and thought that he'd give his horse a moment to drink.
Stopping at the edge of the stream his horse would lower its head to drink while Ken kept watch over their surroundings.
Their bond was decent but the horse didn't fully trust Ken yet as it looked around from time to time as it drank.

Ken would watch the birds of the forest go about their day and spot the occasional deer in the distance.
Elizabeth
*Watching them from a distance would be a young Canifor, one who had grown to distrust travelers in her time of caring for her Airstrider out in the forest. A cloak rested over her, shrouding most of her body in the darkness of it while she took to sitting squat on the branch of a blooming tree.

Her gaze dawned on the horse the man had with him, such unpredictably loud creatures. They've always made Juna uncomfortable, even when convinced to ride one at times. It mattered little. She had the safety of the tree to aid her. 

Grabbing her bow, she would take an arrow and notch it into the string of it. Slowly, she'd draw it back, eyes narrowing on her target before suddenly letting loose the arrow. It whizzed through the air, surging past the man and his horse before embedding itself into a tree that seemed stripped of some of the trunk's wood. The arrow had come close, dangerously close, but still it missed. A warning shot.*"State your business here."*Juna would demand of him from where she sat.*
Bertha
As the arrow passed them Ken's horse would be spooked by it and it took a little for Ken to calm it down again before hearing the voice call out to him.
Using his knowledge of tracking he would use the path that the arrow took and the orientation of the voice to pinpoint a rough location of the what Ken assumed to be a ranger.

"Rho." He whispered to his horse, it was a command he taught his horse when he was younger, it was taught so he could sent to horse away but it knows to stay close by.

Ken drew his longsword before beginning to walk in the rough direction of Juna.
"We were just passing through the forest, just now I was letting my horse take a break." He said rather loudly before staying quiet so he could listen to the sounds of the forest that might give him a clue of Juna's location.
As he listened Ken would lower himself in an attempt to use any nearby brushes as cover to keep Juna from getting a clear line of sight as he didnt want to get shot at again.
Elizabeth
*Juna would grab another arrow, notching it in her bow once more as she would take aim at the man trying to near her. He carried a longsword, a weapon she could only assume to be much harder to fight if she chose to get up close. She was never much of a close combat fighter, but she has learned ways to defend herself in such a situation.

This was not that situation, however.*"Lower your weapon."*She'd say.*"You are in no position to attack me."*Her gaze fell on him as she took aim, though she didn't fire it. She was not one for killing people when not necessary. It seemed this man was just passing through. Fortunate, considering those she had encountered in the past looking to take something from her or another.

It was hard to tell if the weapon was for attacking her offensively or self-defense. She could never be too sure in this forest, but she wasn't going to let her guard down when in her own home. Something, she had learned from a fellow Canifor and something she had begun to do more often in caring for Juniper.*
Bertha
Noticing that the stranger could still see him, he'd stand up giving Juna a clear line of sight.
"Demanding me to lower my weapon while having a arrow aimed at me isnt all that reasuring" He said as he lower his sword but didnt sheated it.
The muscles in his arm remained tensed as he didnt let his guard down but still wanted to show that he only reacted in self-defence as people usually do when an arrow flow passed their head.

"I am Ken Ironcall, I come from East Mentia." His voice turned soft, warm as if he was talking to an old friend.
He hoped that by talking like that he could put the canifor more at ease. He still doughted it'd work but didnt see the harm in trying.

"And I dont appreciate having my horse getting spooked for no reason.." He said with a sigh.
He would slowly walk towards a tree that he would lean against while leaving room for his right arm to move so he could still make use of the sword if needed and now he would also have the option of ducking behind the tree for cover if the Conifor decided to continue their assumed hunt.
Elizabeth
"Raising a weapon as a trespasser isn't too wise in your circumstance."*Juna would practically snap back, almost as if she were scolding the man. She watched him near the tree, her eyes following him until he stood at the base of it. No arrow would come down to meet him, instead the Canifor simply relaxing the hold of the string in knowing that at some point she'd have lost her hold on it.

Juna supposed she had gotten her message across. Her tail would wrap around her torso more securely from where she sat upon the branch, listening to him explain who he is. Someone from Mentia? She recalled meeting a soldier of some sort from there once, even visiting the place as well. It didn't bring such fond memories, well the location over the person himself anyways.*

*Refocusing on the man, she'd say:*"Read the warning signs... These forests aren't safe... Nor welcoming to travelers..."*Her voice had begun to lose its sternness, fading away into a softer tone. Almost like her timid side returning if not for the fact that she was currently making sure this person didn't try to cause trouble.*"Or the horses whom bring them here..."