It was a strange lilting musical growl. More Animas magic.

The fire quickly quenches itself on the wood, leaving little remaining but embers, which she kicks sand over until they extinguish.

"Let's go."

She rises and jogs inland and to the north. The shore quickly gives way to open forest, dead leaves littering the ground and crunching under their feet. Yyrees moves easily along a sparse deer trail, keeping a reasonable pace, hardly a patter for her.