Ristina frowned. It wasnâ€™t as if she didnâ€™t want to ride the horse. And hell she knew that Mekoa was right about being warn out. Itâ€™s just she didnâ€™t want to slow her down. The more weight on the horse, and the slower they would go. She understood that wherever Mekoa had to goâ€¦she had a time limit. And she also knew that her cooperation would help speed things up. Itâ€™s just Ristina didnâ€™t understand why  Mekoa took her. Hell it could have been a mistakeâ€¦But it seemed that Mekoa did not make mistakesâ€¦and if she did it was not often.<br/><br/>"Fineâ€¦" She muttered. Her body ached, and she knew that if she traveled in her fox form that she would soon find herself on the side of the road curled up in a ball. Till death would over take her.  She found herself mounting Mekoaâ€™s horse Guthriekai, and found that the language Mekoa had spoken â€¦was one that she understood. Even though she could hardly speak the language herself. She was  positive that it was a native language of Mekoaâ€™s. And that it must have been a native language to herself. Though she wasnâ€™t sure how, or why.<br/><br/>The minute she got herself mounted, her head fell onto Mekoaâ€™s shoulder and she went into a deep slumber.