A free hand rubbed the scar over her eye, the freezing chill that assaulted her warning her. She took a few deep breaths before the beast found a way to scape from its prison. That possibilty caused her goose bumps. The woman was aware of what her... other side could do, both to her and to others, and that was the last thing she'd ever want to happen.
She continued her trip, Seymour flying above her, Bluma trotting under her - in case she falls- and Saw coiled in her neck, like a scarf. It was his little happy place, and she would feel naked without him around her shaggy neck. He did that probably because it was where it less bothered her, or maybe because it was cosy for him, a cold-blooded creature that needed warm, which could be easily found under her almost artic pelt. He could thank her linage; her grand mother was an artic wolf.
It didn't take long before her good eye could find a well known face through the thick crown of the trees. The gray male was lying in the ground, apparently sleeping. A tender smile appered in her face, reconizing the traces of the friend. It hadn't been long when they first met. She started to move toward the ground, careful about the branches. Only tranned eyes could manage to determine the strong from the weak ones without the need to test it first. After all, it wasn't a very good idea.
She landed smoothly in the ground, her legs absorving the impact of the fall, the only sound made was a choky tud. She straightened the body, looking to him. The wolfess walked slow and silent to his side, as she also sat in the earthy ground, cross-legged. Her emerald eye gazed upon his peaceful face, ffeling he was having good dreams.
All of a sudden, an alarmed chirl startled her, makign her jump, a hand ready to protect her face. Maybe walking in the trees made her too careful. It was rather good. She looked for the source of the calling, but saw nothing. She didn't, but Saw did. He hissed loudly toward a tree, the pitch black mouth opened widely, the white, long but thin fangs stretching out, an agresssive position. Her watchful eye found what the snake had without any problem. It was a small bird, that seemed wary of the way she looked at her male friend. It chirlled again, but lower that time. The grayish woman tilted her head, confused. 'Hemming hadn't told me about...', she started to cogitated, but soonly understood.
She glanced to him, and back to the bird at least five times, relating everything. 'Oh...', she mouthed. She smiled warmly to the bird. Worry not. I mean him no harm..., she said to the brown bird, with a calm voice. The wolfess turned back to her friend. You look fine, after going in a Journey, mister Hemming..., she said to him, not thinking if he was awake, if he wasn't or if he would. She gave him a discredited glare. Of course she hadn't got so tired after her own Journey. But hers was so... short. His was probably longer, and therefor tiring. he was sleeping, she could see that, but he still looked too good for her.
Her snake rolled the eyes for her, but locked the hard yellow gaze to the bird once again.