"I know, and I want to run into them, too, but..."  Not in a crowded city, not with civilians around.  Not with people around that might be hurt by their fight.  Though a part of her knew that in pursuit of 'Anathema,' Wyld Hunters would do just about anything, even take hostages.  If they were going to fight, she wanted to do it in the open.  Or at least in the mountains where there wouldn't be many people around.<br/><br/>She squeaked when that hand landed on her butt, gently rubbing it after the fact.  It hadn't hurt, not with the buff jacket on, but somehow she was starting to learn that whenever Yifa wanted compliance, that was what she did.  "Alright.  Whitewall it is.  And I'll wait and see to see just how competent you are..."  Once that was done, they were traveling again.  It was much of what the past two days had been for them - travel, eat, sleep, eat, travel - for the next week, until finally they could see the gates of Whitewall.<br/><br/>Whitewall would be a safe haven - mostly.  The gods that ran the city - the Syndics - Yifa knew were sympathetic to the Solar and Lunar Exalted.  However, there was a small contingent within Whitewall that opposed their return, and supported the Realm.