Initially, Kaleeth's beast spirit was placated when they started off in the search for prey. As long as it knew they were hunting, it could be satisfied letting her take control. She followed behind Janius, who luckily was going slow enough that even she could keep up. It was unfortunate, then, that the rain was hindering their efforts considerably. Her hearing wasn't that exceptional in this form anyway, and the rain made it even worse. She doubted Janius could even gauge any movement with the downpour around them. Scents were also quickly being washed away and masked by the storm. Even their vision was obscured somewhat by the wall of water around them. There was one thing, a single scent that was still close enough for them detect, but as it was a creature native to the marsh, the chances of catching up to it with the high waters and rushing rivers were slim...for Janius, at least.

As they moved along, Kaleeth's eyes were drawn to the overflowing river they were walking alongside. Werecrocodiles were not land predators, they were aquatic by nature. Her instincts were not to chase down prey on dry land, but rather to catch them by surprise in the water. Her instincts wanted her to jump in and submerge herself, and her beast spirit was growing restless that she was not obeying. She eyed the water longingly, her feet inching closer to the riverbank. The influence Kaleeth was starting to feel from the beast spirit was beginning to overwhelm her. She had to admit, it did seem like a good idea. It was what this form was built for, after all. Kaleeth's gaze shifted from the water, to Janius beside her. She looked hat him expectantly, with the rational part of her mind keeping her on land, but also wanting to look for any excuse to dive in.