She almost fell but luckily when Lillian's boot lost its grip, Arlow's hand was there to catch her. She stumbles herself back upright, wiping dust residue off her garb.

"Thanks." Lillian grumbled.

Arlow only gave a curt nod and continued up the mountainside. If Lillian had known this trip was going to cause her to almost die now _twice _maybe she would've stayed home. A winged creature, visually similar to a large scaled vulture but sounded like a child screeching from Hell itself, was circling not too far off from where the duo were standing. Arlow stopped to watch it for a moment before glancing back at Lillian and pushing forward again.

"We should pick up our pace, those things hunt in packs."

Lillian trips over a root, trying to keep up.

"But there's only one?"

Arlow stops suddenly, whipping around and causing Lillian to almost crash into him.

"It's a scout. He's probably already decided you'd taste great and sent word," He chuckles at his own joke. "We're almost there though don't worry."

Lillian huffs in annoyance and then the two begin climbing the mountain once more, furthermore above the city that sits down below.