Akello sunk down into the ground, confusion obvious on her soft features. Russian was not one of the languages she knew but after a moment of thinking about it, she blinked. That didnt make any sense! How many more people in this world had been mutated? She shivered thinking about it and creeped forward, her wings skin tight to her back. There was a wall of plants and reeds in front of them and she slowly disappeared into them, her eyes narrowing as she tried to see who was over the hill. Wet leaves brushed her face and she wiped them away, annoyed. She still would have to get used to things being wet and cold, not just sweltering heat and dry like inside the tents. She smirked internally. There would be a lot to get used to again.