That night during training she trained hard. Sweat pouring from her forehead as they finally stopped and she easily downed a cup of watered down Paga. She had hoped her Master was proud, she picked up the moves with relative ease, but knew they were beginner moves, meant to be picked up easily.<br/><br/>When Tiny disappeared for his hunt it was strangely quiet with only the sounds of the wilderness around then. Suddenly she missed Midnight who tended to stay by them quicker than Tiny. But soon enough their feline friend came back purring happily before falling asleep but still alert enough to keep them safe.<br/><br/>The uneventful trip was still awetaking, how little the forest had been touched, how beautiful it was. She wished she knew what plants were deadly here as some she didn't even recognize.<br/><br/>When they came to the village she frowned. Who would want primative beings? The struggle was real. Broken clay dishes, ripped cloth, huts just a mess. Something felt uneasy.<br/><br/>She too noted the bare feet tracks and heavy sandals that followed. Frowning she hummed. "I thought no one lived past the mountains?" She inquired to Daniel. "What would warriors want with such a primative village anyways? It looks nothing like even the smallest village on the other side." She was soft in speaking as the rode, she was surprised at how quiet Beau walked despite the brush.<br/><br/>She kept looking for signs of the missing villagers and their captures as well as any Kurii she could find. Nothing, but she knew humans couldn't simply vanish into thin air. "Do you think the caputers are working with the Kurii?" She thought outloud. It would make sense somehow in her mind if they were. Though that would be problematic.