Celris spent a fraction of a second waiting for any traps the HighBreed might be planning, then waved to Osbourne, "Let's get outta here before we meet more of<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>."<br/>Oz nodded and paused, looking at the fallen, and the retreating figures of those fleeing. "Should we...do anything about the Alune?"<br/>Celris snorted and shook her head, "Despite years of living with them, I feel no allegiance to those who were so eager to start a war. Especially when the threat of your people looms so near."<br/>She started moving farther towards the Mount when the breeze blew a familiar scent her way.<br/>She froze and turned towards the dunes behind them, looking stricken.<br/>Oz grew alert, unused to the look on the Feral's face and wondering whether more of his once-brethren were on the move.<br/><br/>Neff chuckled, "Not too sure. The bow feels familiar in my hands, and I've hunted before. I cannot recall any battles in which I fought."<span style="font-style: italic">And won...</span><br/>The thought came unbidden, and he flinched, driving harder up the dune. "Let's hope so, I will do my best to protect you though."<br/>He topped the crest, and pointed excitedly, "Are those them?"<br/>The two figures seemed to be waiting for them, and he felt the slightest twinge of unease.<br/>The surrounding  area was deserted, despite signs of prior occupation. He shifted and slowly made his way down the dune.