Ffraid felt pressed. Behind her she felt something, as a cat, even one of her shape now, she felt it, but never turned. If it were a threat she'd do better finding this new party. Were it friend, she felt it would have come forward. Her last, and most worried thought is that this group she comes towards is bad, and whatever behind her is just as much so.<br/>She shakes the idea away as she comes close enough to see a huge bear of a man, and another crouched over. "Ho!" she calls drawing close, but stops a decent distance away from them "Friend or Foe?" she questions, though she will make her own judgments. They do not appear of the Shade King's work, but you can never be sure anymore.<br/>Her stance is defiant and assertive. She is prepared to try to fight them, though the larger man was rather a frightening sight for his size. Her hand is on her knife pommel and holds her Bola in her other hand, cocked slightly back.