"...A<span style="font-style: italic">sack</span>?!" Chrrou starts to puff up again after his squeak, standing tall and starting to glower with an incensed rebuke on his lips... before he more sheepishly slumps a bit. Retorting that he can 'fly' just fine doesn't make sense when he's a fraction of the centaur's speed, now! "...A sack's fine," he wrinkles his nose, swallowing his distaste and pride, giving an apologetic nod of encouragement to Lin as he scampers obligingly up aside the centaur, eyes still narrowed in scrutiny of both the indistinct blots circling above and the more-menacing approaching gang.