Cassie

Deciding promptly, Cassie begins to run between the trees, hoping that her trail is lost to her hunters as she wanders deep into the forest. Even if they're literally canid in nature, her trail is luckily concealed and she makes it into the forest. She sighs and then immediately groans. So it *was* her own blood on her. Shame. However, her person's does not travel light, unusual for a mercenary. But for her? Its just life. She deftly puts up a tent and sets up a fire, using a small device she pawned off some noble or something to conceal the smoke. Finally, she can rest for the time being. However, there's still reasonable amount of day left to work with, so Cassie supposes it'd be a waste to just sleep just yet.