Eden stands, calling out Mary's name again. She's cursing, muttering under her breath as she moves through the forest, looking for her. Eden knows she's likely going to run into a hunter and takes one of her sharpened sticks as defense. "MARY?"<br/>Damn it, where did she go?<br/>Eden dislikes leaving the fortified position, it goes against all her training.<br/><br/>And Mary has her jacket. She's cold and has no way to hide her gender. Her thin tank is molded to her large breasts, even bound as they are.<br/>Still calling Mary, Eden makes her way into the forest