She had been patiently waiting in the camp, tail thumping against the ground occasionally as she ripped into some food. She ran her tongue along the fur on the outside of her mouth, finishing up her meal until there was nothing left but bone the size of twigs and sticks. Mynthe got to her paws and began to move about the camp, avoiding bumping shoulders with others as they moved about. That's when she heard a familiar sound enter her ears, head turning sharply towards the harpy eagle. They're home it seemed. The movement of her pawsteps were indifferent as she made her way towards the ships once they reached the shore, those who were stranded and the rescue party. She looked around but there seemed to be no sign of Goldenluxury, causing confusion on her face as she rushed up each of the ships to look around. Nothing, not a sign nor trace. Anger was the next emotion to rush to her as she leap back to the sandy shore. "Where Goldenluxury?" She called out, tone laced heavy by her accent. She looked and sounded the call towards the rescue party, tone almost accusingly. By now there was a new emotion arising. Panic.