Khalida looks up, and she’d never been one for looks, but she can’t help but blush a little. She smiles, then pauses. She frowns and wishes that she could slip away, and unknowingly, she had slipped into the shadows near her cast by the fire. She freaks out a little, and she comes back to the campfire with an astounded look on her face.

Sorcha stretches and spins her sword in her hands. She practices smaller transformations, as the bigger transformations like bear almost drain her of her energy. 

Winter sits back on her knees. With a small sigh, she positions in front of a dummy and begins attacking it, utilizing Bast’s preciseness and speed.