Uria held her hand against her horse's neck and stared into it's eye for a minute before mounting it with ease. The saddle was new to her but she'd been riding horses since she was just a girl. She galloped once out on the open plains, feeling the wind in her hair as she rode ahead of the group, or doubled back past them to allow them to catch up at a more reasonable pace, or swung wide into the grass to run parallel with the others before curving back towards them. She enjoyed spending the morning with the wind in her hair and was laughing when she caught up with the rest of the group as they spotted the crag.<br/><br/>"Something hunts these lands. A predator worthy of song. She hunts all, even bear. Takes the greatest hill for her lair. Perhaps she cause kobolds problem. That or evil magics."<br/><br/>Uria points her horse towards the hill and looks back at her companions, clearly wishing to investigate but waiting to see what they decide.