As she cried, Larea's tears gradually lessened, until she eventually had no more left. Her grip on her robes loosened, but she kept her face buried in them for a while yet, not particularly wanting anybody to see it like it was; regardless, her posture was more relaxed, and her only movement was the slow breathing motion most living creatures shared, so it was obvious despite her lack of a voice that she was no longer crying.<br/>After a while, she finally decided to look up from her hiding spot, and did so just enough so that only her eyes were visible. Despite the lengthy time she spent resting them, they were still noticeably reddened, though she carried no hint of sadness in her features. Her eyes quickly darted between her companions, and she was glad to find that they were no longer focused solely on her, so she relaxed a bit more and stared out at the lake.<br/>She noticed a wolf drinking from it at some point. Her first thought was that this wolf, and possibly many others, had been drinking the water, which might have been what caused the water level to lower so much. She quickly realized how silly that explanation would be, though; no wolf, or even a pack, could possibly alter the level of water in such a large lake so drastically, especially not in one day's time. She found herself staring at it as it lapped up water; it seemed injured, just in the way it held itself, though Larea didn't notice the clotted fur. She also thought it rather peculiar that there seemed to be a pile of equipment sitting next to it. What use would a wolf have for weapons? None that she could think of. Her mind lingered on the creature for a surprisingly long time as she stared at it, though she made no other actions.