Her eyes followed Dodger's form as it turned to fly away, "Take care!" it was called after the retreating sentinel in a way that made it seemed as if she actually cared. Maybe she did, for the short time she'd spent with her had opened the Forager's eyes to more than one truth; perhaps what she'd thought all along was not necessarily true? Perhaps... she had been wrong?
Then again, perhaps not.
Time would tell. Time and a few well placed questions that she was bound to toss Basil's way. In fact, as the Forager turned away from the retreating Aberrant's form, she decided that paying Basil a well deserved visit was in order. First though, she was going to find herself a good lunch and tend to her territory. This in mind, she spread her wings and swooped off her perch, her eyes already keenly seeking out the vermin she knew populated her foraging grounds. She really needed to find someone to deal with that, as soon as this whole Basil-ordeal blew over.
