[Grimoire/Action, OTA]

[Feeling inexplicably guilty that she hasn't been around to help the people of Rabanastre during such a dire time, Mjrn jumps at the chance to provide it in the best way she knows how. That is, by hunting down a dangerous creature. It's a shame Ktjn isn't in any condition to join her, since she's always enjoyed teaming up with her fellow viera exile, but Mjrn's determined to see it through even if she has to do it alone. The young viera rushes around town, buying as much in the way of supplies as she can afford and carry, then she makes her way to the West Gate and beyond, to the Westersand.

The sky is cloudy, though at least there aren't any sandstorms at the moment. Mjrn isn't foolhardy enough to venture into one, hunt or otherwise. Her senses may not be the same after leaving the Wood, dimmed to some degree, but they're still enough for her to rely on them when venturing alone into the desert. She's not worried about being caught by surprise.

Her search is initially dull, encountering little more than wolves and an Urstrix here and there. Nothing she can't handle or avoid with ease, by now. In fact, she's just finished off one of the latter, when the flap of wings and a shriek suddenly catch her attention. She glances sharply skyward, falling back into a defensive position as she renews her Protect spell. Here it comes....]