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Enough time had passed that no longer could she keep herself from the truth. That which she'd previously forced herself to assume was nothing more than a cold had quickly become the symptoms of her most despised state: pregnancy. The moment she'd realized, she'd wasted no time in leaving the sanctuary behind so that she might be able to clear her mind and come up with a proper plan. She had not told @Depp of her discovery, nor had she alerted him prior to her departure, feeling it best to leave when she could. It wouldn't be for much longer before her condition was discovered, and then the eyes of her co-leader would always be present. Watching, waiting... making sure that an opportunity for a true escape was never given to her, so that he might succeed in saving the lives of his—their?—bastards. Honestly, the thought of not returning until after she'd succeeded in completing her plan was always dangling right in front of her face, but she'd yet to reach for it. No, for the time being she would always return to the sanctuary, that way her health would not decline while a hideout was searched for.

Sen's current journey had led her far beyond the borders of Seadog, legs carrying her over a great span of land. She had not kept track of how far or long she'd traveled for, resting only when necessary and picking off smaller prey. Surprisingly, the nausea she'd been feeling for so long already had dulled, but it had not faded entirely. A minute feeling still lingered, rearing it's ugly head every once in awhile, serving as a grim reminder of her situation. Luckily, never had it hindered her ability to carry on entirely, and so onward the serpent had pressed until she'd crossed onto a terrible terrain. The entire location was a disaster waiting to happen, but that had done little to veer her away from it. Instead, the decision to investigate further had been considered, and then made the moment she'd heard the howl of another. The voice wasn't exactly recognizable, but that hadn't prevented her from wanting to check it out.

How she'd managed to traverse the land decently enough was a true mystery, and one that would, perhaps, never be solved. In the end, the only thing that mattered was that she'd been able to spot the owner of the voice, his appearance being vaguely familiar. A name and from where she'd first seen him could not be placed, but Sen would very well bet her life on her belief that she'd seen him somewhere before. Wondering if speaking might jog any memories—and wishing to forget about her own issue at hand—the serpent approached him, but remained several meters off. "Girlfriend ditch you here?" She couldn't blame her if she had, assuming he'd even managed to convince someone to date him. Being a creature of vanity, Sen's attention couldn't help but be drawn to his appearance.