Adrian shook out his fur, hunching up his shoulders. He hated water. With a passion. Looking back with a glare, the surveyed the area for followers, kneading the ground with his claws, growling softly. He nodded his agreement at her statement, looking back at the others once again instead of glaring off into the distance.

He started off, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder as he traveled. He let out a soft growl, drawing his lips back slightly. The closer he got to town, the more his fur bristled. His last encounter at the town wasn't pleasant. He just wished no one would be waiting for them here. His ears pinned back against his head, a soft growl continually sounding in his chest. [@Arista]