why dont you caribou-t me?

Isacriot lurks. Trying to sort out exactly what was going on here, trying to get a grasp on why things were so weird. Now that things were borderline knocking down the Syndicate's door, she supposed it was her problem now. Lurking around the edges of the northern lands, the shadow of the hulking ship in the distance... hm. With all the prey behaving in what was absolutely a bad way, she needed to get a closer look.

If you want something done right, do it yourself. The girl scans the horizon, approaching a rather... unconventional pair that's beginning preparation to set out. With the way they're watching the caribou, she figures their goal is common. Ramming its antlers into the side of the boat itself, behavior too strange to simply let go. Riot's steps are tentative, putting on a more innocent face than usual, in the fact of the giant cats. "Room for one more? Hoping that one has some answers." Inclining her chin toward the confused caribou, Iscariot readies herself for a chase.

"Iscariot"