Redsand Canyon master of illusion, architect of deceit

Truth be told, while the Gods' were very rarely wrong, Menthe could not help but help but feel that this was not right -- her being here, that is. Perhaps she has misinterpreted a sign, or perhaps this wasn't their doing after all. For as much as she had adored Cynna upon their first interaction, and envied the doting and overbearing partner she had secured, Ace was certainly... not warming up. Or maybe she hadn't given him good chance. She was still unsure how she managed to join along the group -- unsure even deeper why she hadn't just left. 

A few paces back, the river nymph was quiet as he announced that this canyon would become their home. The breeze that ruffled through the crevice picked up along her spine, ruffling her fur gently. Silence coated her being, the atmosphere most certainly thoughtful. She eyed Cynna curiously, hoping to make a little eye contact. If the fiery coyote looked her way, Menthe would offer her a smirk, and a soft, friendly quirk of her brow.