The sisters had used the opportunity to race ahead. they were nearing the northern boundary of Tuuren and began to turn east when Anoria ran into a Broken. The mutated Draenei squealed and attacked, clawing at her  as it was shouldered aside.<br/><br/>Kynrind screamed, snap shooting it from the saddle. She snarled, as feral looking as her wolf or mount as they raced on past. Reaching out, she grabbed  Anoria's shoulder. "Stay in the saddle, we'll go no- Fuck!"<br/><br/>They'd come across one of the streams that ran through the ruined village. As fast as they were running, the sabers crouched at the shore in the midst of their run and leaped. Soaring almost all of the way across the stream. Water splashed as the mounts landed, soaking them and their riders as they started swimming, heads and broad paws churning the water to froth.