She shook her head at Feng. "I do not recall any such place." A sigh came to her lips as she wandered to her packs, rummaging through them until she found a comb. Untieing her hair she started pulling the comb through the dark tresses in soothing, almost ritualistic strokes. "The forest might provide cover, or hinder us as we are more likely to be hindered by trees. The site of the previous battle was open; the spirits must have smiled upon us that we were able to cross unhindered. If there is a natural trap in this valley, that place." She shared her thoughts as the memories of their trek towards the weapon flitted through her mind.