Eossis had spent the night in the sands – curled up with Devos after they'd patrolled the outpost for a good while into the moon rise. She'd been up before the sun and had smirked a bit wondering if Jerrick had waited long for her the night before but cast away the silly notions before she'd made her way that morning to the appointed meet up spot. She'd slid down from Eossis and greeted him by touching the center of her brow with one hand and then pulled her hand down and away. A simple movement that showed respect and greeting. She'd then moved on with him Devos at their backs a few paces behind them switching between sniffing the ground and the air as they made their way into the run down shamble of a town.<br/><br/>Jerrick had insisted they killed all the little Snappers, so whenever one scurried by her she would give it a deft stab of the bottom of her glaive, she'd been using it as something of a walking stick as they made their way. Devos did his part too – at first he'd been snapping them up in a quick chomp of his sturdy jaws devouring them bone fur and all but he seemed to be done with their taste as they'd continued and had fallen back to simply snapping their spines with his teeth and dropping them to let them die twitching slowly on the ground. This made Eos smirk a little as she watched him – she hadn't had to ask this of him he simply did things like this because of his territorial nature. He'd give a growl at Jerrick every now and again when he got to close to Eos' side. But other than that she and Devos stayed pretty much quiet in the early hours.<br/><br/>When they came across the caravan Eos would crouch down near the first few bodies checking them over, pulling strange bits of molted skin, scales and even a bit of talon from the bodies. Collecting information on their target with superior tracking skills she'd learned of the years on the outskirts of the primitive societies. She'd also noticed tracks, meanwhile Devos had changed upon the appearance of the caravan, his scale like quills were lifted and every now and again a gentle vibration could be felt coming from him as the quills shivered along one another.<br/><br/>Eos stood finally when Devos turned and lowered his head to be aligned with his shoulders, a low tone of a growl pulled from him before he took a few steps in the direction their target had moved. Eos waited a moment offering up a soft prayer for the dead here and promised to return to give them proper resting rites. That done and before Devos got to far off she turned and made a soft cluck with her tongue. Devos broke suddenly from his direct trail and shot off between two buildings “He'll flank our target and stalk until we make final approach – I'm sure his pack used to hunt in such a manner – never really had to teach him this trick” She said with a shrug.<br/><br/>“How is it that no one else has tried to down this gadjo if he's hit so many travelers already?” She asked gentle curiousity spurring her mind. She'd met with Castor before but hell she wasn't ever really one to broker deals for the entire group – only the small excursions she'd taken like yesterday. The big guys met her father's right hand Mobis. She knew of the man none the less.<br/><br/>Jerrick broke her train of thought as he mentioned that a debt was owed on this one and she quirked a brow watching him place traps. She had thought of doing the same – but she was more one who hunted in the moment and didn't plan to much ahead of the game – one could end up wasting to many materials doing what he did. Well at least her own kind would, time was everything for her clan – and resources were even more than everything for them. They didn't make time to recollect traps and charges and the like they often cast things like that while on the move. So she waited for him and studied his actions as he moved about.<br/><br/>When they moved on she remained silent her thoughts on just where they had come from, the Vysts, many of her clan had speculated over the years but no truth to any of those guesses had ever been brought up – no proof laid in their travels. She'd wanted to strike out on her own for a time to make her way out into the world alone and find them. She found herself thinking of all this as she studied the tracks and continued on their path. But she'd never had the chance her father being over protective over her. She felt a nagging worry weighing on her as they continued but would brush it aside as the department store was found. Their target located.<br/><br/>A big bitch it nothing – Jerrick was claiming his vengeance on the creature and she decided he would be the one to fell the beast when the time came. It was bad omen to take someone's vengeance away from them. But she would definitely do as she was asked. She posted up behind a tree near the densely rusted carcass of an ancient automobile – it's frame twisted by time and decay of the new era world. Golden hazel eyes were now studying their target as he made his way out, heavy armor scales – heavier on the back plated even, heavy set wide jaws and long front talons for slicing and slashing. She quirked a brow unshouldering the glaive and putting support into her shoulder while she loaded the first hard shell. Was one of his incendiary round after an armor piercer round. A smirk tugged at her hidden lips behind her collar as she lined up the shot took a slow breath in and then pulled the trigger on the exhale.<br/><br/>The Glaive fired off like a Canon round – her shot was true and the first bullet ripped into the beasts hind leg going straight through the heavy scaling like a hot knife through butter. She pulled the bolt and the casing was tossed out while the second round was fed up the to the firing chamber. She pulled again eyes still tracking her initial bullet's wound as the bitch stood on her wounded leg. Eos had targeted the hind legs seeing the talons on the front she knew it needed those back legs to move as it's front legs could do little other than attack or hold stance – movement was not in the front leg's design.<br/><br/>She took her second shot and let out an ear piercing whistle to further give away her position to it the second round hit just to the left of her first bullet – she cussed in romanian as the incendiary round glanced igniting the leg and the outside of the wound rather than the inside she'd planned for.<br/><br/>The whistle had called Devos in from the side of the building he charge moving low to the ground at damn near top speed his body leaping up just before he came into range and his claws splayed and ready as he latched onto the target's fucked hind leg with both teeth and claws. Eossis smirked standing and moving in as well – this she would think was a good start.