Finally, after what felt like another hour or more of walking. Swifthoof finally reached the beach and eagerly dropped her pack on the sand. With a sigh she swiftly followed it. Even with experience, the desert still took a lot out of even the most hardy of travelers. And the huntress wasn't that good. A hand idly ran across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that was threating to roll into her eyes.<br/><br/>Gabriel, despite panting heavily from the head (He was a Mulgore wolf born and bred, the desert wasn't for him either), he obviously had picked up on something his mistress hadn't. Swifthoof clutched her rifle a little tighter when the wolf growled at something further down the beach. "What?" She half asked, half demanded, her gaze following Gabriel's. Though even squinting she couldn't see anything, just sand and water.<br/><br/>"Forget about it...Its probably...Urgh." As much as she wanted to ignore it. If she couldn't see it, then it was probably to far away to hassle them. The fact that her pet wasn't going to let the matter go was enough for her. With a grumbled curse, she dragged herself upright, shouldered her pack, and set off in the direction Gabriel was focused on. "IF this is another lizard...I"m making a pelt out of you." She commented, though as always her threat was ignored.<br/><br/>(Urgh...Pretty poor post...But I'm tired lol. I can edit easily enough if need be.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>