Their arc around the competition grounds had taken far longer than a direct route would have, but avoiding notice required certain sacrifices. They'd made it to the hidden camp without any eyes on them. Though she'd had to make them not see the one scout… whom she also made not see them.
Then there was her stomach that had started complaining an hour ago, shortly after starting the journey. Mint eyes fixed on a particular shrub tree as they entered the natural bowl in the earth. Without breaking or increasing stride, she reached up into a small hollow and extracted a wrapped package.
"Did you really… hide your food in a tree?"
Nohre's question came out slightly strained. Not just from seeing her unwrap the waterproof layer and start munching on dried meat and fruit pulled out of foliage - but from the morning at large. Walking around and investigating, following their master's warpath, and carrying her share of the cages.
