Awinita had been following the zigzagging trail of daggers when the elf and others caught up going directly on foot. She stared at them a moment. Not entirely sure she wanted to leave the horse already. She thought she heard a mutter from up ahead and figured their guide was giving up. Lip caught between her teeth, the horse danced in a circle. Awinita eased the reins and sighed, then leapt to the ground. She gave the horse a kiss on the nose, "You might as well go home."<br/><br/>With a despairing look at the trampled path the man was leaving, she began to ghost after the others, doing her best to obscure the signs they left behind. It made her feel a bit like muttering herself, but she still followed. Hearing the end of the conversation at the tree she tilted her head toward the feline, "I will watch second."<br/><br/>Frankly she didn't feel safe considering the tromping giant path they'd tried to leave to the tree. First watch she could nap, because they had some space, it was a big forest and no one was on their direct trail. Depending on the demons, they might even have until morning light. Still if their luck was not good, she wanted to be awake about the time she figured the things would probably catch up again. If they didn't, at least she'd have a bit of rest and some time to think about what to do if they did. She didn't like the forest. It was too dark, too closed in. It made her unhappy to be caught in it. Her bow wasn't right in these conditions and while blow guns were marvelous things, their effects were not... immediate.