Ristina froze for a mere second, as Zellira offered herself  to walk. But Ristina being of nobility, and raised the right way refused. She shook her head, and began to cloth her self. First putting on her under garbs, then putting on her robe. If anything they were in the middle of an ended war ground. But still she felt that there were people around. She hoped on Zelliraâ€™s horse, as she saw  Mekoa begin to arm herself. She stiffened pulling the reins on the horse.<br/><br/>"Mekoa we canâ€™t run much longer." She whispered. The horses were galloping on their last limbs. They would die if they were pushed any harder.  "The horses have been traveling without a break for a while nowâ€¦I know that this isnâ€™t the time for that , but stillâ€¦.if we donâ€™t wanna lose themâ€¦" She paused. Allowing her instincts to take partially over. The wind brushed through her hair, and she breathed in the scent of a lion. Fear overwhelmed her. It was only right that a fox should fear the lion. The lion was much stronger in the food chain. "Itâ€™s aâ€¦.Lion." She spoke. "Noâ€¦oâ€¦thing to be afraid of." She muttered to herself. "Letâ€™s rest near that building. And decide where else we are going to go" She spoke, pointing at the half destroyed building.<span style="font-style: italic"> Damnitt another one of these.</span>She thought.