Eleyna turned and watched Naomi approach. She gave the shoulder strap of her bag a nervous tug.<span style="color: blue">Oh, uhm...</span>she responded to the question, looking at the grass and giving it a little kick as she walked.<span style="color: blue">Yeah. I bought ten back at the town.</span><br/><br/><i>Solo is right.</i>Eleyna thought to herself.<span style="color: blue">You caught something, though?</span>She asked, trying to redirect the focus away from her.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The thicket was so dense that a person could hardly go a step without needing to push a branch or protruding plant out of the way. The Zebstrika that had broken from the herd could be heard among the brush, somewhere in the thicket. The two had taken refuge in a small clearing. The male was in the process of mounting the female away from the eyes and punishment of the herd Matriarch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>