While Wylin appreciated the formal address from the Queen, the lack of information nagged at her. This meant there were two possibilities, the Queen was unwilling to disclose information or they were equally as uninformed about what this threat actually was. It was not comforting to think that they would know soon enough, not to mention they would be heading north. Wylin hadn't been up that way in quite some time, she wasn't exactly itching to go back either.

If their short time in the castle was any indicator of the future, Wylin had to admit she was nervous. The leader had shown aggression towards the Queen, hopefully for a good reason. The ponytail guy was cocky, also hopefully for a good reason. The Gerudo seemed incapable of going for more than a few minuets with out pissing someone off or starting a fight. The old man might slow them down but his value would come from his brain and not brawns. Naturally she had no right to judge, she had her own bad habits. Between them all it was going to take some serious Goddess level intervention to get a team like this to work.

Wylin made her way to the stables, stopping to get a better look at the Gerudo man. He didn't quite look like the rest of his race. A race she'd had encounters with before, it disgusted her that the only thing she knew was that they could be very hard to kill. She looked away guiltily and continued on a little quicker than before. 

She found the stables easily enough, horses ready and all. "Well at least we won't die of starvation." She joked darkly. She mounted her horse and caught up to ponytail guy, apparently named Seeker, and the woman who she presumed to be the leader. She gave a respectful nod to them both but kept a little distance, not out of distrust she just needed a little room to think. This was definitely wilder than any job she had ever taken before.