Felltree Marsh from the place the world forgot

There came words of peace, but the woman was not so quick to trust the authenticity of them. It was the type of ploy she would act out, claim peace and then weasel her way into the enemies bearings, which made it difficult to find the necessary grounds that permitted trust to form. Though she reminded herself that not all were the same as she was, it did not simplify the situation in even the slightest. The other leader was still the very same that had insisted upon their relocation and, though Sen really had no trouble doing so in the past, the memory had stuck. "I'm trying to wrap my head around why you're here at all, even if it is in peace," she'd called back, making no move to further lessen the space left between them.

Sen did not fear the other, confident in her own ability of evasion. If it came down to a chase, she felt she'd be better equipped to flee and head for safer grounds, though the tension in the air wasn't even the sort to truly inspire such plans of flight. "Why are you here?" That was all that really mattered, not whether or not the Gorgon would be capable of an escape if need be. It was doubtful the girl had trekked so far out of her way just to check up on them, or to bring them a congratulatory basket of treats. Which left her intentions as being unknown, something Sen was not a fan of.