Aelena felt her heart pound when the winter riders began to disguise her to match one of their own. It was always this way before she had to go on a mission. The danger never bothered her, it was the anticipation, the waiting, that drove her crazy. Her eyes flicked to Iylldrraen and admired his calm demeanour and sleek form. She pawed at the ground and tried to patiently wait for them to finish. Thankfully it did not take long and she moved silently to stand in front of Rivern. She brushed against her lover as she did and felt electricity spark between them. With a shake of her head, she forcefully banished the thoughts or what was sure to happen after. For now she had to focus on the task at hand.<br/><br/>Rivern was thankfully brief and she bowed her head in acknowledgement of his words. Then she was tearing off through the chill air alongside Iylldrraen. It was a glorious feeling and the shaman took a moment to simply enjoy everything. It was only when the familiar scent of dragon spawn assaulted her senses that she let her elation fade and slowed. A soft growl rumbled in her throat and she looked to her lover to see how he wanted to proceed. She crept up beside him and surveyed the cave. Both watched the sentries movements and took a quick count of how many were present.<br/><br/>The soft shove was all the indication she required but it took her a moment to start moving. It was easy to see what he was doing and if it had been anyone else they would have gotten a fight from her. She was no weakling that needed protecting. Still, there was too much at stake and she knew that he was simply looking out for her. So she moved around to her side, making a wife circle to not risk alerting her prey. Once in position she sought out the Druid. It was futile and so she simply nodded that she was ready. He would be able to spot her easily and when he moved she would be right behind him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>