A small girl ran silently through the thick foliage of the island. She had abandoned her shoes a while back and now had them tied at her waist by the laces. They had been far too noisy for what she was doing now, especially since she was so close to the survivors now. A group had been dispatched earlier to check on them, but Faline was growing impatient and had sent her sister to see what was going on.

Rory was the youngest, putting her sister as just before her. Yet, even with them being the youngest on the island they were still respected and Faline was still feared. Of course it may or may not have helped that her sister had proved a numbers of times that she wasn't one to mess with. The girls' bright eyes quickly darted into the branches of the trees where she saw a small group of her pack. Running up to the tree, she quickly grabbed the lowest branch and pulled herself up in stride with her run.

She perched herself next to Varick as she stared out through the branches to the group that was slowly collecting itself. "She is wondering what is taking so long," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes remained on the group before them. "She appears to be more anxious with this group than the others for some reason." Rory was aware of the small numbers around her, she was also aware of who those people were seeing as they were the usual group.