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The spider-woman moved away, thankfully undeterred by her outburst and it is the sand man that takes her place. Despite his small size, his build is strong and desert-worn beside hers and she is grateful for his rigidity as they move in step towards the water. Their hospitality is as foreign to the warrior as the sand dunes themselves and should her situation have not been so dire, she was unsure she would've trusted them so readily.

So the bird was a scavenger, reminiscent of the eagles that nested on the mountain and accompanied their hunts only to receive a free meal without lifting a claw. As much as she respected them, why any wolf would choose to ally one was beyond her understanding. "This bird, he has name?" she queries, if only to find out more about her companions. "And you? Tell me yours?" Turning first to the man and then to his shadow. With little practice of the common tongue, her words are scratchy and no doubt inaccurate, and so she tunes into their cadences in an attempt to improve her own as her headache thumps dully with each step.