The closest 7 ever came to worrying about being attacked by an animal was the cat-skull that made up the Beast's head. She pauses for a moment in the trek to stretch, taking a look into the living wilderness around them.

During this time, she feels something tugging at her pantleg, a little weight, and looks down to see a peakitten trying to make its way up her leg and mewling.

She freezes for a moment, caught between knowing not to harm a young thing, and yet being so unfamiliar with how animals like this actually work. Taking her spear, she tries to wedge the butt-end of it between her peg and the kitten to gently pry it off.

"Off ... off ..."