Deianira's feet hit the sand as well and she too still held a cup, until their previous trip she didn't intend to let it go, lest she be stuck without a way to hydrate herself while they traveled the wide expanse of the desert. In the same way that Athos though the sand was different beneath his feet, she felt it the same and found it to be a different kind of annoying. As she looked towards the craggy rock formations in the distance and all the shadows caused by the differing angles and protrusions. "In an area like this, assuming it's always this hot. I'd say it's probably underground somewhere, unless it needs to eat," she said the sand was a different kind of annoying. "And all this sand will make it hard to track," she took several steps forward and watched as a minor breeze erased her foot prints as she took a step forward. "This is a challenging hunt. Not to mention, I've never actually seen a legged Basilisk," she finished, also answering in the language of snakes if only because she found it funny that the young man had slipped back into use of this tongue when finally managing to speak a little.