Sen had already perched on the branch of a nearby tree by the time any of the others emerged from the hole. One by one they climbed out, prepping themselves however they needed to. Sen looked on into the dark, the outlines of trees and bushes accentuated by a nocturnal light only he could see. Its light violet hue was always beautiful. It was something Sen felt he stopped noticing as he was so accustomed to seeing it. But then off in the distance from the direction they came, brighter hues of amber started to sparkle. There were four...no, five tight groupings of the amber sparkles. The lowest orbs moved like horse feet. Their frames almost blinding from his nocturnal vision yet they were still so far away. "Beautiful..." he whispered to himself in admiration. The Skeletal frames could be seen better now and the Fox had already begun engaging them. They moved quick but...where are the riders? Sen tried to rub his eyes but they didn't lie a second time. Skeletal horses with hooves of flames and no riders. That could only mean they were magical riders; ethereal almost. The only types of things that Sen couldn't really see in the dark.<br/><br/>With a small grunt Sen hopped down from the branch and approached Morys and glanced at the two wolf anithropes. "They aren't anything I've see before but I know one of you has." Sen glanced back towards the direction of their approaching enemy. "Whatever they are there are at least five of them on horseback. Hope one of you has a plan for these things. All I've got is cut 'em at the knees and hope they go down. After that..." Sen unsheathed his punch daggers, "they all die."