Gripping the reins while still awkwardly holding her bow in one hand, Rita urges her horse to follow, and soon they're in pursuit. The thick trees prevent them from getting beside or ahead of 9S, forcing them into single file.

Up ahead, the mist seems to grow thicker farther down the narrow path. Could that be where the beast is...? As her horse's movements stabilize, Rita pulls up her bow once more, readying an arrow and waiting to see if the creature will reappear in their line of sight. She's pretty sure she'd be able to shoot it without hitting 9S by accident. Very sure.