Christa Einheart, odd girl and wilderness obsessor, Frowned softly and tilted her head to the side. She had been on a hike with a...strange...group of new friends. They were quite the rag-tag kind of gang. She tilted her head to the other side and started sniffing the air. Rain was on the way and she didn't like it. "We...probably should go in there. We have weapons, so if someone gives us trouble, it should be ok."
Now, she wasn't the...'leader'...per se. She was just...VERY experienced in these woods and she knew what a heavy rainstorm could do to someone out here in the cold parts of the USA.
Now, she wasn't the...'leader'...per se. She was just...VERY experienced in these woods and she knew what a heavy rainstorm could do to someone out here in the cold parts of the USA.