"Celris. And what should I call you? I don't care if it's your real name." She smiled, she loved travel, though riding horse wasn't as fun as running, but this man was interesting. The promise of an epic journey made her fidget and grow energetic. She listened to his plan and nodded, "They do have that stuck-up ethnocentric notion don't they?" Her eyes sparked, "But the Feral, though they may be the easier of the two, may still prove a challenge." If her own temper was proof of anything, the Feral must have been brewing over there...<br/>She followed him in an easy, light lope. She eyed the man curiously. So sure of his plan, so furtive. She grinned, this was no simple mission. He's trying to avoid someone and move fast.<br/>The lack of details on what it was they were doing was a problem, but that could wait.<br/>She crouched, watching every move of the possible threats. She didn't know who they were thwarting, or, if indeed they were thwarting<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>, but she was enjoying herself already. Immensely.