Taryn flipped the hood of her jacket up, even though the acid rain didn't hurt. Her Talent allowed the water to flow from her and to be absorbed by her, as if she were the living embodiment of a river. Taryn's step held more bounce as the rain fell. The elements fed her talent and energized her body. They trudged through the wasteland, the dunes in the distance teasing them with deceptive closeness. Raschen was alert, his ears moving like mobile radar. His vigilance didn't bother her although his ears moved differently than did those of the Hase.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, they walked most of the day without having to stop to rest or to eat. Raschen explained it was the cheese. Taryn mused how the Beastkin had developed a food that would sustain a person for a journey. The Hume had nothing like it despite the years of research put into the concept.<br/><br/>Taryn had kept an eye toward the immediate area , not for enemies because there was little in the way of landscape for concealment. She was keeping her eye peeled for the Scorp that lived buried just under the surface of the soil. She hated them. She also was trying to distract hersel from the sight of the broad shoulders and wide chest of the Beastkin. Something about the sight of this male Beastkin was stirring a response deep in her belly. She was scowling, trying to analyze what this feeling was. None of the Talent Warriors effected her this way and all of them were physically fit.<br/><br/>"Do you know of good places to camp for the night?" Taryn broke the silence between them. " I have never come this way before. When I do go out alone, Jax usually goes to reconnoiter for me." What Taryn wanted was some time to just talk to the Kuguar. The picture of the cub and Raschen flashed in her mind. Suddenly she found herself hoping for the old nightmare so she could be in his arms again.