Wi'flor was not bothered by the fist shaking or upset tone.  It wasn't her fault the stuff was nasty and rather then put up with the flavor she'd clean her arms, beridding the tastes with the furs to be had.  Not that she would pay much heed past that.  One thing she never understood was why the two kept so much stuff with them.  The food she understood but the excess cloths, the many nicknacks and items that to her had no use, even the tents ultimately were dead weight.  They were nice but not as nice as sleeping up in the tree branches or finding a nice under-croft of a mountain side.  However she would take most notice of Cyrus as the packing was being done.<br/><br/>Something about him seemed just bright.  Smiley, happy, content.  With how well he slept she figured it just that much but beyond that she did not know.  So far as she knew he was full of good food or perhaps she was mistaking his emotion with bad gas.  Towards the end she couldn't think of much else it could of been as they prepared to take to the roads once more.<br/><br/>In their travel she would notice Atticus taking weird things from the ground.   Now and then Wi'flor would bother to take the time to sniff at them before running off to find other instances of it.  Not that she would be gone for any longer then a minute.  A fine flower found only in this land?  She would be quick to find five more.  A moss that smelled of sedimentary dust coated waters?  She would bring back a rock all but vanished under the stuff.  However she would stop after six or seven reagents, not understanding their purpose and quickly becoming bored of finding them whilst they moved onward.<br/><br/>Though something on their travel would catch her eye.  A slow floating butterfly.  How she loved chasing the creatures but this time was not so good a situation.  As it's wings seemed slightly torn it proved too weak to get away and with a heartfelt cry of joy she'd smash her hands together around it.  One would think the creature within crushed yet her hands would slowly unfold and show the butterfly on her left palm still flitting it's wings as it came to rest.  She adored butterfly chasing but it was so difficult to catch most of them.  But she had no reason to have one.<br/><br/>With the butterfly flitting it's wings Wi'flor would watch it for several seconds before noticing it taking off and flying away, seeming to be trying to get away from their destination.  Things that sensed predation often did, but of the time Wi'flor sensed nothing.  Nothing as every step of the trio brought them closer and closer till at long last they reached the outskirts of the tower built of the azure stone.  Her tail would slow as she watched the blue that glowed on the horizon, her eyes seeming almost mesmerized by it.<br/><br/>She didn't care much about blue but this blue was a really nice blue even from the distance.  After nearly a minute however she'd stop paying it any attention and move on, not having a long enough attention span to keep paying heed of it.  But what more was there to be done?  Seeing the distant tower, the tall cliff side, and the path they had come from she questioned if this was the next place to camp out.  The blue tower seemed a little ominous but it wasn't nearly as frightful as the place of the werewolf attack.  So far as she was concerned that is, her 6th sense a bit weak of the time.