Acacia giggled at the cute little guardian. "How suiting of a little child to have a red riding hood. It is just as if Grimm foretold the story again, himself," she purred.<br/><br/>"Knock it off." Braydon growled, looking away. He waited for the wolf-thing to finish speaking before he looked up. "My name is Braydon, this is.... Acacia," he snorted at the end before looking out the window. "I really don't know why we're here. You're going to have to ask her," he explained.<br/><br/>Acacia giggled, "Playing coy are we? Alright, fine. I smell dangerous things trying to follow the train. And I sensed the presence of you and your small masterling. Word around the corner is there's a new threat running about and I thought it would be best to understand what these things are after a guardian and it's child for."