Jack'ra, like Blaze, smelled their potential opposition before either of the two groups saw each other. "I smell trouble." He stated simply, as he couldn't tell EXACTLY what kind of Anithrope they were up against, but he knew the scent was a feline and some sort of mixed canine breed. At least that was his best guess...<br/><br/>Hearing one of them give away their position, he shrugged. "Maybe not as troublesome as I thought..." he assessed. The question the cat-like one posed was hard to decipher due to the broken English and heavy accent, though since Drekk's speech was in a way similar, Jack'ra simply had his horse stop and said, "Actually we are trying to avoid blood at the moment, but if those against us catch up, it may put you in between the devil and a hellhound." He said, which was his version of saying a rock and a hard place.<br/><br/>Turning to Morys Jack'ra said, "We could use as much muscle as possible, but I am not the one to make that call. Partially because I don't want to, and partially because no one respects a demon when they order people around."<br/><br/>A small puff of smoke appeared soon after this, and Drekk emerged from it, running over to Jack'ra. "Master Noll! Demons not find trail yet! Mask presence, then shelter we need!" Drekk said.<br/><br/>Jack'ra sighed, "Two steps ahead of you, Drekk... as usual. we'll also need a path to the nearest town to get some food and supplies. isn't a bad idea... but we would be followed or at the very least have to kill the demons if they overtook us..."