Finna felt a combination of relief that the beast had been a rat rather than a wolf, and not a little pride in her ability to hit a target so small.  She picked up her crook again and headed north with a swagger in her step.<br/><br/>Hearing the rustling in the bushes she stopped short, unable to tell if it were a badger or something dangerous like a boar.  Or possibly - "Aesa?" she called softly.  The rustling immediately stopped.  Finna took her crook in both hands, holding it in front of her as a weapon.