This was it. The final task. And while a part of Valerie Gray wished to reflect and remind herself how much she needed this victory she refrained. Dwelling on necessity (however dire it may be) would only serve as a distraction. The likes of she already had in spade swirling around in her mind and the majority of which she decided to blame one Jesus Rodriguez for entirely.

Although she would say one thing in regards to this task: at least this time it was not cold?

Rolling the sleeves slightly on her Ilvermorny tracksuit and checking to ensure that the laces and buckles on her combat boots were secure, Valerie set to her usual routine of casting a Gripping Charm on her wand hand (twist and tap with a nonverbal Prehenso) and waited for the initial tingling sensation to subside before doing much else. It was just enough time to sufficiently take in her surroundings (besides the obvious change in climate). It was nowhere she had been before, but then again the Wampus had never journeyed outside of continental North America (her memories of the time she lived in Canada fleeting at best) prior to her journey here to Scotland so this truly was not saying much. Tropical and green. Initial thoughts made her wonder if perhaps they had been dropped (or under another elaborate illusion) in the Amazon, only the sight of what was unmistakably a Streeler perhaps indicated otherwise. Then again, the giant snails had been successfully breed in Europe so who was she to immediately jump to conclusions.Taking a few steps forward, her eyes fell upon an Erumpent and it’s calf.

Well then. Welcome to "Africa", Valerie Gray.

Which perhaps meant that the twittering song in the distance was one which belong to a fwooper. Or several. She quickly ruled out performing a Supersensory Charm on herself and debating conjuring herself a pair of earmuffs in anticipation for the birds’ inevitable flight in her direction (she assumed at least) but doing so would hinder her ability to hear the Erumpent’s movements. Potential insanity or an explosive finish? Potential insanity seemed the lesser of two evils here and she only need to not provoke the Erumpent to avoid that blunder. Which was why she pointed her wand to her feet and cast a Quieting Charm upon her feet to assist in lighter steps and quickly followed up with the complicated motion of twisting of her cherry wand between her fingers and flick of her wrist. “Loricatus,” she whispered on an exhale. Although she was doubtful how proficient a charm could be against a raging Erumpent when it came down to matters.

Making sure to keep the mother and calf in her peripheral vision as she moved, Valerie moved towards the venomous trail the Streeler was leaving. Partly due to her own Potions curiosity and not wishing to see such a valuable ingredient go to waste, Valerie conjured herself a small vial and knelt down beside the trail and proceeded to carefully scoop up some of the mucus among the destroyed foliage. While perhaps a little diluted due to its exposure to the air and other external elements (dirt and leaf, for example) it still ought to assist somewhat were she to happen upon Horklumps while figuring out what the hell she was supposed to do here. Pocketing the vial and getting back on her feet (once again not bothering to brush the dirt off her knees) she continued forward, moving away from the fwoopers’ song and making an bit of an exaggerated banana walk around the pair of Erumpents while keeping them ever in her line of sight.