The waterfall roared, erupting once again from the mountain. Bastian stepped out from behind the wagon. Dressed in flowing white, hood over his head and hiding the necklace around his neck. Standing in front of Elizabeth, carrying his sword’s hilt in his right paw. His posture was like a brick wall, holding the blade like a shield for his chest. He stared down the beastkind. If piercing eyes could draw blood, the stranger would already be dead.

[color=0072bc]“I beg your pardon, but we’re in a hurry and cannot dawdle any further. Please head inside.”[/color] Bastian said once the waterfall ceased. His tone docile as the waves rippling from another the school of fish. His ears twitching from the subtlest sounds coming from his surroundings. Hearing several birds descending from the tree branches, to pick at the worms squirming through the dirt. Bastian waited for their response before reacting, like the black cat crouched down inside the nearest bush. Its wide eyes twinkling, back-end swaying back and forth. Getting ready to pounce on its negligent meals, once they wandered just a bit closer...

[i][color=0072bc]“Why is someone else here? Why’d they transport us here, if the area wasn’t secluded and rarely occupied? Otherwise, someone could have found our wagon first. Assuming that was the purpose, I suppose we’re located near a body of clean water. Beastkind do seem to have better senses in that regard...it could still be a coincidence.”[/color][/i] He thought.