Neff happily followed, as did Ozbourne, but Celris held back, wary.<br/>"Isn't this a little too...convenient? Even a fire and a pack!" She scoffed, eyes scanning their surroundings.<br/>Oz rested against a low wall, "Isn't that the basis of your religion, Celris? Favors gained through mysterious means?"<br/>She scowled, "Nope. It's about atonement for Aclan, and prayer for inner strength. If the guy's listening maybe I'll get some good luck, but we all see how that turned out."<br/>The HighBreed fell silent under her swift change in mood, attributing it to the other Feral, who was rolling about in the dirt, glad to be in the den-like abode, and happily sitting by the fire.<br/>Celris found a small nook in which to tuck herself, eyes glued to the entrance, watchful, and suspicious. "I've lost too much to trust godsends like this."<br/>Neff blinked up at the HighBreed, curious, but unwilling to look at Celris. He preferred his head clear of debris, not matter who she might have been.<br/>"Well...you don't sense anything, right?"<br/>Oz let out a mechanical sigh, he was getting good at those, and surveyed their shelter, "Perhaps it's only because of our new abode, but I've just noticed it. Static. I can sense my kind, distantly, but there's a great deal of excess noise."<br/>He didn't elaborate, nor did he allow his yellow orbs to rest upon Neff.<br/>The individual was a problem for Celris, despite the potential in battle for a Feral of his stature. Oz could also sense something off about the oaf.<br/>He shook his head and concentrated on clearing the 'static'.