Glancing at the singular word then back at the human-like creature, she nodded.  Dropping to her haunches, she scrawled directly behind, forming a sentence.  Shinkuku……. Deandra………Follow.<br/><br/>Standing, she brushed sand off of her fingers . The change was coming. Scenes blurred her vision causing her slight form to sway as the imagery played out. Blood. There was so much blood.  Light seeped through the kaleidoscope of horror, unraveling it’s hold.<br/><br/>Expelling pent breath, she stomped on the middle elven word, obliterating it.  Eyes feverishly lit with determination, snapped toward Shinkuku.  It was imperative that she make herself understood. Gesturing, she pointed from beginning to end, Shinkuku………..Follow. Hoping upon hope that this had been enough of an explanation. She rather admired the others grit and creative improvising.<br/><br/>Attention now returning to the ever approaching threat, would see  amber laced irises scan the horizon.  The terrain seemed formidably rocky once one left the meadow . Delicate nostrils quivered ,scenting the slight breeze and dissecting each acrid odor in her quest for sustenance, rumbling belly propelling each foot forward.<br/>