Sun Mote Copse Promises Kept

Ragna took her lead and swept off towards the Cedars - Giana followed with quiet reservedness, but inside her heart was fighting the cage of her ribs. Her rust paws padded after the pure white woman, and only stopped when the shieldmaiden did. The river- they would drive them into the river- it was a good plan, one that would give them both time and the upper hand. No questions asked, only a nod of her head, and they were off again. Giana fell into step, limping forward quietly. She was thankful her leg was not as bad as some she knew, and she still had control of it - but it was annoying as hell.