[PRP] - We're Not Dying Here [ Shishio Gen & Cetra ]

[Celeanor]

He didn't ask a follow up question, their relationship was such that he believed her. She knew why they had to leave, she knew her own self better than he did, and if she made the judgement that she was fine, he took her at her word. That was how they ... worked.

Pushing through the underbrush, he took care to do so as silently as his large frame would allow, leaving even fewer traces. The demon that had laid claim to these woods would not take kindly to interlopers, never mind Gen and the herd he represented. And when he emerged into the clearing he remembered, he paid careful attention to the sky before his shadow ever broke the treeline.

"10 kilometers southwest, there is a grove. It is quiet, protected by spirits the human shamans say." His low voice reached back as his green eyes scanned the sky. "Cetra. Haast hunts here." He added, waiting for the weight of that to add itself to her assured tactical assessment.  

[Kyaishi]

Although her thoughts were chaotic, barely restrained panic making her twitchy, Gen's presence was, as always, a soothing balm to her nerves. Bolstered by his unquestioning compliance, she gave a sharp nod, to herself more than anything, and gazed out over the treeline where he motioned, already mapping out their path and destination in her mind. His added cautionary words did give her pause, and she let her eyes dart over to meet his, acknowledging the gravity of the statement- Haast was a terror all his own, even if her mounting fears were greater than just a single 'walker at the moment. Still, it was a risk worth taking, and at least she could be sure that none of her own herd would dare follow.

If the Demon intended to sway him, too... well, at least it would take time. And, she supposed, better the devil you know than one you don't. She almost snorted at the too-literal connotations.

Giving Gen a short, succinct jerk of her head to motion to continue with their intended flight, she stretched her wings in preparation, ignoring the slight twinge of discomfort that was barely a flicker on her spectrum of concerns. Residual exhaustion was beginning to set in now that the initial shock had passed, but anxiety would keep her wired for hours, perhaps days to come as she fretted what could be the fate of her family. Hundreds of possible scenarios plagued her mind as she struggled to visualize exactly what could be done, but she fought to keep it to herself, at least long enough to make it to a safe location to speak with her overly large kalona shadow about it.