[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] The Road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Cremwise[/center][/b]

Cyne sat, and waited and watched. Almost everyone was talking in some way: casually for Gretchin and Calanon, academically for Satilla and the new guy, or tensely with hushed voices for Kyra and Keystone. Everyone, but Cremwise and herself. He didn't seem to talk to anybody unless he was directly addressed. He sat there on his wagon, hands on the reins as always. Not only did she watch the people, but also the surrounding flora and fauna. Everything seemed just about "normal," but right as she shut her eyes to yawn, they jerked open with a sudden shout of YAW from Cremwise and the sudden movement of horses moving forward.

If there was an ambush of some sort, Cyne was confident in her ability to catch irregularities in nature, so she ruled that out. So he must be making a break for it. For some reason.  She didn't really care about the caravan or protecting its contents, but given the amount of suspicious happenings occurring in the area, she wasn't about to let him run off scot free. None of the others were swift enough to catch the wagon, except perhaps for Calanon's elk, but he was up in a tree at the moment.

The sitting druid became a swiftly flying falcon, chasing after the wagon. He had the lead, and these horses were unusually swift and strong compared to what they had shown off the day before, but hopefully the speed of flying and the thick mud would allow her to catch up. Once caught up, she would try to position herself directly above the wagon before becoming a very large grizzly bear. Supernaturally strong these horses may seem to be, but she doubted they would be able to easily handle such a sudden shift and increase in carrying load.