Ahnasha went to gather up her clothes at the same time as Fendros did, but unlike him, she had to pick up her necklaces, bracelets, leather straps, fur pelts, bracers, and an assortment of other jewelry as well. She put on her loincloth and the leather straps and pelt that covered her chest, but just held the assortment of other items in her arms. She would deal with putting the rest on back at camp. "Agreed, some breakfast too. I wonder what the others got up to while we were gone? Just be ready to come up with some witty responses for what Lorag has to say, because he [i]will[/i] say something. 

Ahnasha walked over beside him and nudged him with her elbow. "If he gives you a hard time, just tell him I said you are better at it than he is." She said with a chuckle. 

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Meesei swam to shore, but just as she was climbing out of the water, she felt a sharp, intense pain coming from her tail. She jolted out of the water and fell on her back out of surprise. She quickly whipped her tail around in front of her only to see a young slaughterfish latched on to the end of it. Flicking her tail, she sent the creature flying. After it landed on the ground a few feet away, Meesei charged a lighting bolt in her hand and struck the little monster with it, more out of anger than anything else. Her tail was bleeding, but she was not seriously hurt, so she stood up and looked around to see if she knew where she was. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the area that she came even close to recognizing. This troubled her a good deal, as she had explored quite a large area around the camp, so that meant she had wandered far from their camp. She was at least by the river, so she reasoned she had probably followed it for quite a while for some strange reason. The question was, had she followed it upstream, or downstream?

Meesei sniffed the air a few times to see if she could pick up on the trail of her own scent, but it was at that point she recognized something that she had been too distracted to notice before. There was a rather foul, strange odor in the air, like a rotting corpse mixed with honey. She spent a few moments trying to find the source only to realize that it was herself. She smelled absolutely terrible, and evidently, the water had not washed it off. The scent overpowered her sense of smell, so it was difficult for her to track her own path. 

"Great." Meesei mumbled, rubbing her head as she tried to think about what to do next.