Grarhi looked up as the crow shot out of the tomb, hood falling to her shoulders with the motion. She squinted her eyes, entirely blue but for the pinprick of a black pupil in the center, against the light and watched it circle. Well, that was... Probably not normal. There was nowhere for miles for it to get food or water, as far as she could tell. So that must mean it was… a familiar? A pet? Perhaps the desert contained such creatures as guard crows.

…Hopefully not a regular crow gorging itself on the results of an unfortunate accident. But again—where would it have come from?

When it landed, the horse seemed aware of the bird, but didn’t react to it. Well. Point one for horses over wargs, finally. Luthteg would have had the crow in her mouth before it even touched down. And if it was somehow related to Tsillu-Assur, or any of his associates… that would be a disaster.

Grarhi raised her brows as continued to stare at her. Strange animals ranged in The Expanse, that was sure. Keeping a wary eye on the crow, Grarhi started to step around it, towards the entrance of the tomb. She'd call in once or twice more. If there was no response, she'd figure out what to do with the horse and venture in herself.