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Velvet heard the birds before she saw them and shortly after them the sound of a large creature that set off the primitive portion of her brain that controlled her fight or flight mode urging flight. She chose then to allow instinct to control a portion of her mind an refusing to abandon logic.

[color=DarkRed][B]*Panic is the weapon of failure*[/b][/color] she said in her thoughts as she tucked the pipe into the webbing on the back of her pack. Then she unfolded the crash axe twisting it in her grip to use the spike as her attack choice in deployment.

Once a armed by the formidable tool she headed upstream avoiding the potential predators that took Ian knowing it held the potential of a shallow crossing closer to it's headwaters an granting her a safer fording opportunity. Her movements were more in the open as she made her way silently north-northwest.