[ She doesn't want to admit that one of hers has escaped before. It had been taken care of, of course, thanks to the quick actions of her companions, but Azem would definitely prefer not to repeat that experience with one of her creations or with any. Even the most placid of demigods are extremely dangerous when they want to be. Or even when they don't try to be.

Azem's movements aren't as fluid as Aloy, but she is far from a clumsy traveler. No matter the terrain or her lack of shoes, she refuses to be slowed, her skirts never getting caught on the underbrush. The perks of being divine. ]

I haven't seen it for myself, but I've heard it's screams and seen it's tracks. It's large--it leaves deep impressions in the ground and it's been drawing much too close to the border of late. It's call, though...it's eerie. Almost like that of a dying mortal. I fear that it may use that sound to draw others of tender hearts and good intentions to its aid.