Avira made one of the front corners of wagon her spot. The gunslinger wouldn't much care where the kitsune at the other end of her leash took up residence in the cart, just as long as she didn't try to choke herself with her own collar. She'd spend the first day of travel seeing to her firearm, a battered looking pistol that didn't seem it was fit to be in firing condition for those that did know a thing or two about guns--even if they didn't it was plain to see the weapon wasn't the best of shape. Avira cleaned and checked all the working parts, using a number of tools from a kit she laid out by her side. She'd seeing to her weapon even during her watch the first night of camping.<br/><br/>The next day as they came to the forest, a dull day of travel might have likewise dulled the senses, but Avira noted an unnatural stillness in the forest and the faint rustling of the underbrush. She reached down into her holster and unbuckled it, grabbing a hold of her loaded pistol.<br/><br/>"Let's hope they don't see you pointed all knowingly there," Avira said in a gruff whisper. The gunslinger confirms the sorceress' assessment and then says. "Let's let them keep thinking they've got the drop on us. They'll be the ones to be surprised."