Ebio stared at the human and took the communication device with some reluctance.<br/>She respected the leader, not his messenger.<br/>"Yes?"<br/>She watched Durjaya cannibalize the remains, and resisted the urge to partake. The increased pull of her instincts was an indicator of what was soon going to take place. She scowled as she listened to Etzali.<br/>Her fingers skittered over the graze in her side, the torn skin already taking on the consistency of leather, the wound itself slowly paling to the white of scar tissue and reshaping into a thin, nondescript white lines, just like all the others.<br/>Her nails, turned black after the first few times enemy humans had smashed them or otherwise torn them off, ripped a bit more of her shirt as she drew her hand back to rest on her scabbard.<br/>"Of course, right away."<br/>She bowed slightly, despite the non-visual form of communication and motioned for the others.<br/>"We head west. He is waiting."<br/>She took a quick look at the sky and turned West, marching forward and occasionally looking over her shoulder to make sure the orders were being carried out.<br/>"Durjaya, grab what you require and let's go."<br/>She scooped up another piece of charcoal and, with the slightest of hesitations, chewed on that.<br/>She kept going over the properties of wood, concrete, charcoal and ash, trying to figure out what her Ability would deem useful enough to enact. She'd been wounded, but not much, usually that wouldn't facilitate a reaction. What was its intention now?