Making her way along her hunting and patrolling route, the stocky redhead sighed, letting her horse slow to a walk again. "Well, we haven't seen much, have we Rika?" That got a flick of an ear as the addressed steed looked for succulent browse. "And here I am, tied up enough inside to be trying to talk to my horse instead of my friends, because I don't think they want to hear it."
Dytha waited for the go-ahead from her father before she pressed her heel into her horse's ribs, and they rode east to find the road north to the homestead.
Adriwyn followed after, keeping an alert watch to their sides.