[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] With the wagon
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Herself really, and any that come along [/center]
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It would be a wonder if they got where they needed to go before nightfall. She was all up for lunch, but another few hours on the open road didn't sound like the best idea to her. 

Suddenly The persona of Gretchin took a back seat, and a more reserved tone overcame Lerraina as she studied their surroundings. She tucked her hood over her head once more and crept towards the back of the caravan. She never thought they were in any immediate danger, but the thought of standing still made her feel like a painted target, just waiting to be stabbed. Her steps were quite, and amongst the great distraction from up ahead, it would've been fairly easy to slip out unnoticed. 

She hadn't traveled far though, but a distance enough to keep an eye on the going ons around them. Part of her wanted to scurry off, they seemed to be a pretty able bunch. But they did feed her and share their shelter the evening past, and oh the meal she could take part in. She closed her eyes and took a big wif of the surrounding air. It was too early to smell the bird cooking, so perhaps it was just the potential of the meal that had her salivating. She would just have to stay then. With a smirk, she climbed up into a tree, not far from where Keystone was, a smirk crawled through her features, her arms crossed, her fingers drumming on the cloth that covered them. [color=b22222][b][i]It would be a good reason to stop, not the best, but good enough for me[/i][/b][/color]