Menuo had stormed into the woods, leaving a clear track of three wolves through the woods. She had found a shallow little cave, placed her guards in front of it and a light shield in front of the opening. She had curled up comfortably in the deepest part of the cave and closed her eyes in an attempt to finally sleep. She was wet from the rain and the water seeped into the cave, but it was better than hearing the arguments all the time.