Francesca was glad to know the her partner was at least keeping up with her. At least she didn't need to worry about that much. Still, she wished he'd at least try to speak up. Not that she was all the good at it either. "Like the smell of a rose on a summer's day," She began to sing. It was relaxing in a situation like this, being able to sing that is. If there was nothing else to her in terms of desirable personality, she at least had a decent singing voice. As the two walked through the forest she continued singing her song. Even as she sensed something. . . Dark. . . Grim, nearby. She had encountered the creatures of Grimm a few times before. Not in the wild though. She was much to civilized to do that. It was only in school for display purposes or even for combat practice. Well, she at least wished it were that last one. Still something lurked nearby most likely.

She pulled out her trusty Bulletedge and made it transform into it's rifle state. Still Francesca checked her peripherals as her head was pointed forward, Bulletedge ready to fire. Brush rustles and a lupine, bone white nose can be seen peeking through accompanied by a growl. Taking no chances at that, Francesca aims at approximately where the top of it's head would be. After few shots and a slight whine, a Beowolf collapses out of the bush. As it hits the ground Francesca's song stops along with her voice.

A lone Beowolf could be nothing. At the same time, however, it could me there is a pack nearby. Turning to Kael she speaks up, "I suggest we pick our pace up. Best not to chance an entire Beowolf pack if there is one." After turning her weapon back quickly she motions for Kael to run with her in the direction she thought the relics were suppose to be. "Besides, we can't be the last ones to get our relics."