[color=thistle][center][h3]- Viviana -[/h3][/center][/color]

Vivi's little family traveled as silently as any were capable through the forest. Nikita's large padded paws made no detectable sound even to Vivi's highly tuned ears, Gunnar was only slightly louder. Vivi walked, rather than riding the sturdy looking horse that followed just behind her. His back was covered in beautifully tanned hides from all kinds of creatures. No leash or collar adorned the massive dog, his paws as big as a man's face and his shoulders coming up well past Vivi's waist. He was a big as any man that Vivi had ever encountered and frightening enough that he kept most bandits away from her. He never strayed more than a few feet away from her nor she from him. The only thing that gave any indicator the dog was tame was the single strand of leather cordage around Nikita's neck, much like a necklace. Strung on the cordage was a single pendant of blue labradorite and a pair of feathers. 

Gunnar was adorned in much the same way, other than the pelts thrown tidily across his back the only mark that he wasn't simply a feral horse was a set of feathers beaded finely into his thick black and gray mane. Though he was not an overly tall horse that was just fine by Vivi, it simply meant it was easier to get on and flee should the need arise. Gunnar knew little other than the fact that he could trust Vivi and that was enough for the horse to follow her anywhere she went. Vivi's mother had taught her much about horses, they had owned several but many of them had died or been stolen in the chaos of the early years of the war. Now she kept only Gunnar though she had been considering getting another horse, a mare this time. 

Vivi's cloak of dyed black hides, pelts turned in, kept her warm during their nightly travels. She kept its hood pulled well over her head, hiding her long blonde hair from sight, allowing for only glimpses of a pale sharply structured face and gleaming blue eyes. She inhaled soft, taking in the scents of the forest around her. Only one scent caught her attention, smoke. Smoke in the forest was never a good thing, it meant other humans and Vivi had zero trust for other humans. Her animals she could trust with her life, other human beings, not so much. She leaped easily atop the grulla stallion, it was a well-practiced move at this point in their relationship. The tall slender blonde sat comfortably on the furs she had collected, they padded Gunnar's back well but she had to keep her balance. Pushing the horse into a slow but ground covering trot they moved through the forest quietly, to the side of the source of the smoke scent. Her massive dog moving at a slow energy conserving job beside them.