[b]C[/b]ollie sat in the cart alongside several other presumed hunters, shifting uncomfortably on the wood. She was far from unaccustomed to loafing around in carts, but something about it made her shift her weight around in hopes of suddenly getting more comfortable. She never did manage to do so but after she attempted to for a while, the driver of the cart spoke up in the feline voice you’d expect from a felyne. The driver complained about the lack of conversation from the group, and Collie found herself nodding in agreement. But soon they all just went back to bumping along and getting jostled by the terrain.

	The girl leaned back against the side of the cart, tilting her head back far enough so that she could stare at the sky. It seemed peaceful enough, with a couple of unidentifiable animals flying what looked to be just below the clouds themselves. She had to shield her eyes with her hand to continue looking up at the only ocean of blue they’ll find in the desert, and she found her hand lowering as her eyelids did.

	The jolt and exclaim from the felyne awoke her. She didn’t catch the first part in her sleepy daze, but she did her the second part. It took her a brief moment to register what was truly happening; jaggis happening, hunters should make them not happen. She is hunter. And so, with that eloquent train of thought, Collie leapt up from her seat and tossed herself off the side of the cart, tumbling ungracefully once she hit the ground. She popped back to her feet immediately, and upon seeing the jaggis hopping around near the aptonoth leading the cart, slid the shoddy sword from its equally as second-rate sheath and approached the relatively small monsters from behind her shield.

	“[color=salmon]Commere,[/color]" she shouted as she took a wide swing at the closest jaggi. “[color=salmon]Aren't you just brutal lil' things! I’ve seen veggies with a prettier mug than yers![/color]"