The soft call of the hatchet made Braiya flinch, her fist clenching as if it was in her grasp again. With her attention drawn to her weapon, the brief pause in her steps made the chain jerk as Cromir continued to walk. She hissed a curse under her breath but kept up until forced to sit near him, again with her absurd position of leaning on him to give her arms a rest.  Mae had been dismissed but stood some ways off watching until well after Braiya was seated. When she glanced back at her, Mae just nodded her thanks, though Braiya was unsure what she meant by it. It wasn't a kindness, it was forced and to maintain her place Braiya would not hesitate to claw the bitch again.  Cromir be damned.<br/><br/>The air about the camp changed, a familiar business when preparing for a raid. Braiya knew it all too well. She listened more intently when the men spoke, gathering the pieces as to what exactly was going to happen as best she could. Some of their language was hard to cipher when it came to the individual sayings different human clans were common to use, but she began to even make sense of some of those.<br/><br/>Braiya yelped at the sudden attack from Cromir, questioning eyes turning to an irritated scowl as she gripped his arms in efforts to breathe. For a moment she dangled there, then swung her legs forward to rest toes on his waist, relieving a small portion of the pressure, but this did not make up for the sheer power in his grip.  She shifted and squirmed lightly in his grip.  Not exactly against the hold itself, just in efforts to find voice. Her feet drew her as close as his arm would allow, demonstrating her agility and power in her legs.  "Why would I even?" she manged to wheeze out, fighting the urge to dig her claws into his arm again.