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As a man of science, the ulterior motives behind all the participants of the caravan deeply intrigued Urs. The desire to escape seemed to be the most prominent one he saw among the group, but still, mystery and intrigue surrounded every member's motives. Then again, now that the trek had begun, Urs wasn't so sure he knew why he had let his thirst for discovery get the better of him. Urs had no deathwish and no desire to lose all he had strived for in his life, and the seeds of regret began planting themselves into his conscience. His quest to discover what no man had discovered before seemed obtuse and trivial now, and his apparent impending demise was quite a bitter pill to take. For Urs, parallels could be drawn to stagefright; all is well beforehand, but once you're actually out there you begin to choke up. [color=lightgreen][b]"Shut up."[/b][/color] he murmured to himself, attempting to calm the discord and clout that was sprouting in his head. A moody scowl was beginning to be displayed on his facial features as he grew more and more in contempt for his foolish and suicidal decision. Just a day before, his heart had been filled with excitement at the prospect of his possible role in the advancement of science, but now, trudging along the sandy dunes, he began to see the err in his ways. 

Urs was not a man of religion, he was too devoted to his field of work. He found that if there was a higher and divine power in the upper room, then how could such a being leave them to the wolves; or in this case, the Pack. But, if Urs was wrong, he sure as hell hoped he was in this very moment. Realizing that there was nothing he could do now, with the fading mirage of the Oasis slowly bleeding away to the crimson horizon line. Sands sifted lazily over Urs' feet as he was alone with his thoughts.

Conversation rolled over the extensive caravan, and Urs found himself at the middle of the caravan walking a brisk pace, yet to indulge in conversation with any traveler. He gazed the horizon worriedly, looking for any sign of the Pack. They were a large group, they would not go unnoticed for long.