Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-5543592-20170213213042

Markos threw himself to the ground, sliding through the grass, in effort to avoid getting squashed.

Nightingale appeared quite literally out of no where, and touched the Fox's arm, beckoning her with him, as he pointed to a hill top.

"We'll keep watch from there.  They are fighting some kind of creature currently." He explained, probably not doing Jag much justice. "They are better suited to it than we are-- anything I could do would only put me in their line of fire."