Mekoa felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise in alarm. She had thought that the wasteland would be as empty as... well, as the wasteland. But it seemed that she was wrong, and she had dragged two others into it. Using her power, she sent out her senses into the surrounding area and confermed what she had felt. Someone was there with them. She reached into her flared sleeves and felt the wrist knives with small comfort. Guthriekai whinnied and shook out his mane, he felt it too. After giving a nod to the other two, she hoisted Zellira up behind her and clicked her tongue. The horse lept up and bounded away at the command. Mekoa had the feeling that the one watching them could catch up, she was just delaying the fact.