Shyla nodded briskly, deferring to Felan's position of command in the group despite still being a little peeved, and quickly mounted up. While the fully lycan members of the pack--those who were born Ulfars rather than marrying into the family--could easily outpace a horse if they put their minds to it (not to mention how most equines were skittish around large wolffolk), the Howlers did keep a small pack of riding dogs to hand for those who might need them.
Shyla's mount had a coat in varying shades of tan and gray that she'd dubbed "Whiskey" as a pup, when Aeris's uncle had gifted her the animal and allowed her to use his eyes to see him. The massive canine seemed just as anxious to be on the road as his mistress, huffing and pawing at the ground before the group set out.
There was a moment when she paused, hanging to the back of the group, and twisted in the saddle to turn her upper body toward where she knew Aeris would be standing. Despite not being able to see him, she raised a hand in farewell.
Getting down into the foothills took the better part of the day, so their first night on mission was spent camping at the edge of what most of Connlaoth would dub "civilization". Felan's team were clearly used to this sort of work, setting up their camp with the ease and speed of much practice, while Shyla found herself at something of a loss as to what to do. Normally, in this sort of situation, she'd be prepping healing supplies or finding nearby creatures with which she might be able to utilize her Sight--because normally, she would have been staying in this camp while the rest of the group went off on the mission.
It was...strange, to have the roles reversed.
