Ignatius: Are you sure you want to settle here, princess….? *pins his ears back as he listens to the noises going on around him, frowning as he hears movement, but not from anything large enough to hunt down and make a good meal out of* We’ll make camp here, I guess. *sets his bag down and begins to rummage through it so he can put the tent up*
Sephiroth: *says nothing as he follows along. His thoughts are sad for Seferia, but he still feels justified in his own beliefs on the felines because their scorn and hatred is all he’s ever received from them. When Sekhmet stops, so does he, but doesn’t comment, awaiting instruction*