Murleena was deep in the woods long before the festival-goers were gathering.  It was a long road to where these priests were last sighted, and she was already feeling impatient.  The sky was dark, the oranges and reds long since fled.  Now, she was moving through the tree trunks, occasionally up into the branches and leaves.

She's been moving fast, and has been going at it for hours.  She's expecting to be at it for hours more... but ahead, she hears a muffled crashing noise.

Ahead.  Less than a mile.  From the sounds of it, the boiler... it must have crossed miles of forest in only a couple hours?  Unless this noise was something else entirely.

What was she going to do?

Murleena cocked her head to one side, considering for a moment. She thought that massive thing could only move on the sea. How was it on the land now? "Grrr...  No good no good." She finally muttered to herself.

She had to see what that noise was, to figure it out. It was no good whatever it was. She began to head that way sticking to the darkness, moving from cover to cover to get as close to the noise as possible.

Scooting closer, she's able to see through the trees.

Indeed, it's the boiler.  It's stumbling and staggering forwards, its long silvery limbs crushing through the surrounding trees as it lurched along.  She also hears voices...

In it's wake, there are more of the robed priests.  Only a handful... three?  They were maneuvering around the back of the thing.  One kept on getting on their knees, peering down under it.  Another was trying to look at something on its side.

And all three of them were talking intermittently.  "After that pond, it's still-" "Did it try to eat that tree?!" "I dunno, nothing in the manuals said anything about this!  I gave up guessing an hour ago." "How much longer we gotta follow this thing?"

The thing... was progressing a lot slower.  The forest was thick here, and it was proving an obstacle to the boiler's progress.

How much further could it go?  The accompanying priests seemed to be flagging along...

Murleena hears the cracking of branches above her.  Her stealth instincts prove to be a fur-saver as a familiar tall lynx lands down with a 'thump'!  Not too far from her, but much closer to the back of the boiler... and the priests.  "I want to reach that village before sunrise.  What's the-"  "If you think you can control this thing?!  Welcome to it."

She shifted a bit, and used the shadows of the trees to continue to stay close to them so that she can hear more of the conversation. She needed to see if this Lynx manages to get this 'thing' to move faster, or what else she could find out from them. Right now, shadow-stepping from branch to branch was her best way of movement.

The lynx snarls, then looks to sulk.  "I'm a High Deacon."  "Sure, Deacon Allister.  But say that to... that."  The other priest gestures as the metal thing crashes its way through more trees.

From here, Murleena can see the weird spindly legs that it moves upon, long flat strips of metal that 'bend' at a knee high in the air.  That sharp bent moves downwards, where it curves a little and turns upwards in strange little 'feet'.  It reminds her of a spider... sort of.  And as she watches, it continues to scramble forwards amongst the trees, a leg catching against a root and causing it to crash forwards.

Crash, and slosh.  It staggers again, but this time it pushes a tree over... onto another tree.  And it scurries up the length.  Wait, was it coming up onto the branches?  ...But it slips, skittering off the log.

"Wha?"  "Huh, lookit go.  Those feet are no good for climb-"  Another voice comes out of the smoke, and the wreckage from where it had smashed into the trees earlier.  "D-damn thing... stepped on me... but I got it.  Tightened... and closed... up everything.  Just needs... more water... n'fuel... now."

The lynx's ears perk up.  "Water, eh...  I'll find some!  Get it going."  She sees him lower himself... launching into a run!

What would she do?

She quickly follows after him, hoping that if she can slow him down, she can slow it down at least a little. So she moves quickly, alternating between runs and shadow stepping to get ahead of him in hopes of being able to ambush him!