She watched from her branch, able to see everything very clearly. The way the magic user was able to stitch a wound was rather impressive and better than her own skills there. It was then she thanked her luck that she didn't get this injured constantly. As she kept watching she saw the womens lips moving but was unable to hear a word she said.<br/><br/>She thought about getting closer and she wondered if her wing would be able to stand a simple glide to another branch she saw that was near the other two. Opening her wings she adjusted her feathers and jumped off the branch, gliding as smoothly as she could to the next branch. Once she landed, she was pleased it had worked so well but the strain she had placed on her wing, even with such a simple action, had unwillingly opened the wound.<br/><br/>While she tried to look at the wound, still as a Hawk, she missed out on the women with the cart, packing things and getting ready to move. Though once she heard the cart moving she cursed herself out inside her mind. Damn. This wound had her messed up more than it should have...she grew stupid. She turned back to her human form, and followed them at a far enough distance away and made sure to not make any noise...or mistakes.<br/><br/>Once she found a place, covering her path and set up camp, the theif smiled. And once she went to go get more supplies and more than likely food, she snuck into the camp and tried to look for her sack. The knight didn't seem like he would be a problem with the way he had passed out but that could change at any moment.  Looking around she still was unable to find anything. Where had they placed it?