The day had been scorching but now the temperature was rapidly dropping. The landscape was barren and would not hold the heat of the day. Taryn and Jax headed to their favorite shelter out here in the Warren. From the generations before machines were powered by gasoline. When the end came, the operators of these vehicles were overcome by the poisionous chemicals and lost control of them. Essentially, these machines, in the Elder legends these were called Cars, piled up on what used to be paved tracks, leaving rusted but servicable shelters. The only problem with sheltering there was the fact that the usefulness of this area was well known to others.<br/><br/>The Warren was not only the home to factions and clans of Beastkin, but was also a denizen of wayfayers, vagabonds and criminals. The Freeway was notorious for the thefts, rapes and murders perpetuated by these desperate ones. Jax pointed out a stand of rocks where Taryn could stay while he reconnoitored the area.<br/><br/>Taryn was too tired to argue that she was a warrior and a Talent which meant there was no reason to coddle her as Jax was prone to doing. She sank down next to the towering boulder and leaned against it, removing the face mask. She would allow her talent to filter the air while she rested a bit. Her feet were sore. Damn her father for a sadistic. She had not had time to add a pair of extra socks and these boots were new. Not only were they a little stiff, they rubbed her terribly. As she sat, a scorpion unburrowed from the soil.<br/><br/>Slowly, Taryn pulled a knife from her boot, slowly so as not to alarm the creature. Not quite Beastkin, the scorpions were split into two kinds. One was relatively gentle and the bigger ones were good to eat, but the other... Taryan shuddered. The other one was deadly, moving like the blick of an eye.<br/><br/>At her shudder, the scorpion stopped his progress and tossed his tail over his back. Taryn froze, considering her options. Before she could make up her mind, a zing whizzed past her ear and the scorpion lay impaled on one of Jax's throwing knives. He loped over and picked it up.<br/><br/>"We are in luck. This one will make a nice snack tonight." he commented.<br/><br/>Taryn's breath whooshed out, leaving her light headed. She would much rather face down Kyote, Kuguar or even Hyena. She knew what to expect from them, but scorpions. She shuddered again.<br/><br/>"I found a nice box van to camp in tonight. No one is in that area of the Freeway. I think we can manage to stay warm inside without creating a fire."The Beastkin said, his ears raising and falling of their own accord.<br/><br/>Taryn felt uneasy but she was used to trusting the Hase. He had never led her into harm and she knew he would have her back. The Hase were loyal, wise and brave.<br/><br/>The box van was cluttered with sheets of faded papers. Taryn used these to create a nest for each of them to rest in. Jax ushered her in and then glanced  around to make sure they were undetected. He stepped up behind her, closing the door.<br/><br/>"You rest, Captain. I will take first watch." he said, staring out the square windows as the sky darkened.