[Zephyr]

She had made it back to the encampment, having waded through the fridged dark waters of the river. However this time she hadn't wrung out her garments. Instead she had sat next to the fire blazing in the midst of the encampment. Her brow was furrowed deep in thought while she had her arms outstretched to play with the fire. The fire danced and curled around her fingers as the heat and light dried her fur and clothing. She pulled in one arm and fiddled with the necklace around her neck. Zephyr didn't have many tells for when she was puzzling over something difficult, save for this one, and maybe one other. Her fingers worked unconsciously around it, before she rolled it through her fingers as if it was a coin. Her half dried fur glistened in the low light and there was enough to make out the many markings on it. She had several stripes and spots, though most of them seemed to be along the back of her body and the front a lighter, unmarked color. Or was it unmarked? She stopped fiddling with the necklace to take off her chest plate. There was fabric wrapped around her bust but with the plate no longer on there was a thin, lighter part of flesh that peaked out from either end of the bandage which resembled something of a scar. Zephyr had removed the plate so that she could fix the straps that held it together to keep it taught. She did the same with the rest of her armor, allowing it to dry for the same reasons. However she still sat there in her mostly soaked clothing.