[h3][center][color=1a7b30]James Ryder Blaise[/color][/center][/h3]

On days when they were on the move, James didn't have much to do. Since he didn't have to scavenge anything, since that would be better attributed to Scouts, he only had to go around the area to patrol and help out on setting up the defensive perimeters. He wasn't as good as the others when it came to traps, but he could at least give a hand or two. However, at first, he kept his walking perimeter around the horses and dogs that weren't in use. Any sign of something wrong and he was immediately jumping the gun to get to it. However, the animals were in peak condition and just needed some food and water every now and then like regular animals so there wasn't much to worry about.

[i][color=f26522]"Look at that cute little doggie James."[/color] A sweet and comforting voice reached his ears. James felt like a child again. From a time long past. Valerie was pointed at a brown furred mutt whose breed was pretty much unknown at this point. It was still relatively small and was cowering on the side. She then went on her knees and beckoned for the dog to come to her. She ripped off a piece of precious jerky and then handed it to the hungry dog, who ate it wholeheartedly and then began to wag its tail, acting playful for the young girl.

[color=0072bc]"A dog huh?"[/color] A rather husky voice reverberated around them. Their father stood imposingly behind them with his arms crossed. Contrary to the aura he was emitting, there was a huge smile on his face as he bent down to pet the dog. [color=0072bc]"Not a bad idea Val."[/color]

James's eyes lit up. [color=1a7b30]"We get to keep him dad?"[/color] He felt giddy as his father picked the dog up.

[color=0072bc]"Definitely."[/color] Their father then ruffled his head and then said, [color=0072bc]"And he's a girl."[/color][/i]

James looked up from his position as he noticed that he stopped stroking one of the dogs that was resting from an earlier search, though that was only for a little while before they started to move again. A small smile was on his face as he remembered that time. The dog named Haley had died soon after they entered Lasthope. She was injured at that time and succumbed to those same injuries. Valerie cried a ton that day. She was much more attached than any of the three by the time she died. He stood up in one swift motion and then began to walk around again. Gods, having nothing to do really is boring. Maybe Jain would find something for him to do, since he could certainly fight if need be... though he did know that she would rather preserve one of the two doctors this expedition had. With the amount of animals in tow, it was understandable.

James looked towards Jain who had suddenly stalked off as her pet mule seemed to pick up on something. Figuring that the other Scouts got it, he decided to simply hang back but still kept a watchful eye every now and then at their leader. Hopefully, nothing would come out of it. Perhaps it was just a false alarm. Hopefully, it would be. Risen were a rare sight nowadays, compared to the large number there was before. He clearly remembered those details, when they had so many close calls because of them. Seeing their resident tech, the only one they had for the expedition, he decided to pay her a little visit.

[color=1a7b30]"Heya Amy, you doing alright?"[/color] James greeted, but his voice was considerably lowered just in case there was something that would hear them in this area; especially since their leader seemed to have been suspicious of something. He slowed down beside her as he greeted before turning his attention to Jain and Maise, their second in command, for any sort of signal.

[@DeadDrop]