Datura raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of Sylvester. She was nearly attempted to shade her eyes as the explosion-obsessed maniac almost seemed to sparkle at the mention of rainbows and happiness. With a quiet scoff, she brushed past her male companions and carefully tread the path deeper into the forest. She wasn’t quite eager to become chow for more demonic deers, but there was no point goofing with these fools. 

[Rolled 6. Power roll!]

The quack doctor turned at the curve of the path and gasped. In front of her was a ruined wagon with broken boxes and junk scatter all about. Quickly, she ignored the giant claw marks on the ground and some of the blood splatters neared the mess, and made her way to an ox that was lazing nearby. 

“Oh, you poor thing! Who dare abandoned you?” She cooed and hugged it around its neck. The ox just stared dully at the trees, not giving a crap.

“I’m taking him with me! No one eats him!” Datura declared and hopped onto its back which took a bit of effort. Smoothing out her clothes, she crossed her arms. “I was getting tired of walking anyways.”