Awinita had stayed silent, the only noise made by her horse, and that mostly buried under the sound of running water. She was pondering how committed she was to a group that included demons and clearly insane men. She did not fear living off the land, even if it wasn't her own land. Still she would likely not be more successful running alone, not here and hampered by the unknown. She grimaced at the trees. She had finally turned to offer her name to the pile when the larger of the pair froze. Her chin came up, eyes flicking from tree to tree. Too close about them. With a sigh, she reached into her shirt and pulled the thin tube free, spinning it almost idly in her fingers. Dark eyes watched as best as she was able in the unfamiliar shadows.<br/><br/>She could not follow the signs they used of course. But it surprised her to be told to run on. She hesitated, then sighed softly and tucked the blowgun away. Trust a man to know his enemies? It was not as if he seemed to have great fear of them. One more moment of hesitation, then she said softly, and almost nonsensically, "Awinita." With her name given, she turned her horse to take the water. The ugly horse did not hesitate when her command was given and plunged forward. She thought a trail directly across the stream was a bit of an easy one to track, but if they were following cuts in trees that was even easier. So might as well not waste the time they would need, speed was clearly the choice of the day. When the horse surged from the stream, water running down his pale coat, her leggings dark with it, she murmured softly to her horse, "Run on." Not that one could take any real speed in a forest, but better than walking still in her opinion. She did not look back, only sought the next mark, her companions such as they were, would have to make their own choices.