Grouse Thicket Man on the moon

Akazia had been hesitant to head back to the west, in the direction of the Molech worshippers, wanting to put as much distance between her family and the cultists as possible. She was even more cautious now that they travelled with a large group of strangers, keeping her daughter close to her until she trusted these women. Jaida didn’t seem to have any problem with that, she was shy in nature as it was.

The group came to a stop, Akazia glancing up at the sound of Zaavier's bark. They were in a thick forest, a cove of woods on an island nearby settled between two rivers. Smiling slightly as their leader gave a speech, 'Kazia reached down and rubbed against her daughter. She was certain they would be okay now that they were in a group. Let's see the worshippers try to sacrifice me now.

Akazia was hesitant to step forward to second Zaavier's opinion, given it would draw attention to her and her daughter, but did so with a shy smile and a glance around at the others. "I second the decision," she called out loud enough for the other's to hear.