Naaghai Lowlands a pretty girl with bouffont hair

Like her feline counterpart, Journey had forged ahead to scout. Or, perhaps, just to stretch her legs. She was feeling sprightly today, filled with the season of spring despite her advancing age. Still, the slight creature traveled with a bounce in her step.

There was a trickling stream here, she was pleased to note. Journey cast a wary eye around before heading toward it, and then another before dipping her head to drink. The rest of the Caravan would be thirsty, she knew, but she wanted to be sure this place was safe before leading her friends toward it.

Pretending to be absorbed with drinking her fill seemed like a good way to lure out any dangerous foes.