Susan
Cynthia wasn't too sure about practicing out in the open at the Inn. No one really *Bothered her* Per say, but it felt weird. So she'd come out to the Wilds where she didn't see many and learned a path to make sure she stayed safe. Figured out how to keep from getting lost, you see.

After setting up the practice dummy, she removed the throwing dagger from her bag and carefully embedded the blade into the earth beside it, measuring the distance. That done she picked up her spear to begin practicing. Had to remember to keep distance, had to remember *Not* To use her tail too much. Or...

On a whim she twists at the hips and coils her tail around the poor, semi-abused dummy, tightening the tail again and again until there's a loud crack that resounds through the area. Loosening her grip she watches the 'arm' fall off the dummy and grins. 

"Perfect!" As she sets down the spear beside her bag with the food packed inside, the items just barely in her vision.
Dolores
*It wouldn't be long till Cynthia would realize they may not be alone this deep in the woods. The smell of burning wood and the scent of cooking meat wafting over to them from off in the distance.*

*Mox had found a clear spot deeper in the woods and set up a fire. A skinned and cleaned rabbit sizzling over the heat as Mox stokes the flames. Poking at the coals with a stick for a moment Mox adds more fuel to the flame, wanting to get the rabbit nice and cooked through for a nice flavor. The rabbit's pelt itself was sitting next to the Canifor on the forest floor to wait till after he had finished his meal to inspect and debate on selling.*
Susan
Cynthia paused, looking up at the smell then sniffing. She recognized the smell, but the smoke was difficult to figure out. She pushed herself up upon her coils to try and get a better view or see if she could recognize where the smoke came from but was only granted the barest hint.

Curiosity overruling her more logical instincts, she picks up the blade, the spear and her bag to begin moving through the brush and growth towards the scent. Her scales flexed and caught the earth under her, pushing her forward with a whisper through grass and undergrowth. It took a bit to properly find the firelight, and she slowed to quiet herself as she moves along.

She smiled and brightened right up upon realizing who it was, warming as she tapped the tree to her side to alert the Canifor of her presence rather than surprise him by just suddenly popping up with no warning. "Hellooo..." She says quietly, looking over curiously.
Dolores
*The scent that Mox picks up causes him to tense up. Hand on the short sword at his belt before he catches on its a scent he knows. Letting go of the blade as Cynthia shows herself.* "Well now. Didn't expect to see a friendly face out here in the woods." *He greets as he raises his poking stick to give a wave.*

*The fire was sitting in a small clearing. Hastily made using a few rock and whatever wood Mox could find with a rabbit cooking on the fire.* "If I knew I was going to have company I'd of put more on the fire. Have a bit of dried meat if you like?" *As he speaks the Canifor eyes up Cynthia's gear, realizing taht she may have been training out here with the stuff he had taught her.*
Susan
She didn't approach, rightfully so perhaps, until Mox got her scent and calmed from his tensed state. Smiling she waves back and moves into the small clearing, tail wrapping into a ball of coils as she settles closer to the ground. 

"Sorry if I surprised you. I got a bit curious about who would be this far out," She says, settling her bag beside herself. "Didn't expect it to be you though. I thought you might be further gone by now than this." She admits, head tilted and smiling.

"Ha, if you want I can find some more and uhm, sure." Pausing to pick up her bag. "I have some in here to if you'd like to share. Nothing spectacular, but fair is fair I imagine." As her eyes shift to the rabbit and pelt, smiling with appreciation. He had to be quick to catch that, or clever to make a snare for it.
Dolores
*Mox just shrugs at the comment of him still being here.* "Caught wind of a potential job, from what I was told there's a shortcut through the woods here. So wanted to get some food and wait till morning to start heading through." *His attention turns to the bag as he shakes his head.* "I should have enough to get me through the night but if you want to catch something I can cook it up, don't have much seasoning for meats here."

*Pulling up his own pack he reaches in and pulls out a well used block of salt that probably weighed about a pound. Following it with a skinning knife that was probably used on the rabbit when he caught it.*
Susan
"Sounds fair," She says with a nod, watching the fire and looking over. "Alright, if you're sure." Not pushing the issue though she pauses at the suggestion of catching something. "I could give it a go." Stretching a bit, arms over her head. 

"Where did you get the rabbit at? Maybe I can try and find more of them." She says, smiling as she thinks it over. Snakes hunting rabbits? Well, why not. Seemed about as appropriate as a snake and a mouse didn't it?
Dolores
*Mox points his stick towards the underbrush. His ears standing straight up and seeming to follow things as they move this way and that.* "Underbrush. Far deeper in the woods. Really they're everywhere in these woods."

*Mox lays the stick across his lap as he takes a deep breath to catch scents. Trying to get an account of what's out there even as the smoke makes it harder.* "Should be at least two still hiding in the brush."
Susan
Her head tilted as Mox inhaled, drawing in the scent of nearby game and smoke. At his words she pauses with a nod and rotates on the coils beneath her. They gave her a pretty good, and perhaps eerie, range of motion so long as she wasn't counting on moving quickly. Picking up the spear she pauses, lowering herself slightly to get a clear view.

Despite being close, rabbits were *Used* To being hunted and used to being prey. So she went still, like a snake curled up on a rock to warm itself. She didn't move, scarcely breathed, and waited spear in hand. She waited nearly without blinking until there was a soft crack of a twig breaking.

Then she hit the poor thing with the spear, quick as any striking snake. She winced feeling it go slow, then stop as she realized it'd not been as clean as she hoped.