Iayda hissed lewdly, before moving to her feet. She felt the thirst, her throat was so dry it was choking her. She needed to hunt before she ended up slaughtering one of their... visitors. She quietly, almost as if submissively, went with Darune to hunt. They'd be better off in pairs when hunting, it had been so long since they'd roamed the lands, that people spotting them could become dangerous. Modern day weapons could be the rue of them.<br/><br/>" I'll go with you, as a hunting partner and protector m'lord."<br/><br/>On Castle grounds he was the keeper. But outside of the Castle Darune had to be protected. The guardian would become the Guarded and who better fit than the vicious Iayda. A little upset from having been scorned, she rather disliked being yelled at and Darune of a all people should know that. Iayda had grown in an age where people hated their kind, no matter how hard they tried to fit in. They murdered her family and her lover, and that was why she fled. That was how she found Darune and the others.