Chrrou has to take on a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>smile at Rihyan's teasing exchange, but his attention is elsewhere. "...Hey. Up there. There's something..." Chrrou pipes up firmly to the others, squinting off into the sky as he strains to pick out the shadows against the stars. "There're things flying up there... big, feathery things. They're watching, maybe, but... I can't pick out much about them." His gaze levels off, and he gives a little growl, less at the innocent-seeming man standing sentry than the dangerous-seeming crew approaching.<br/><br/>"...Ugh. If we want to flee and leave the rest of their stuff behind," the druid growls in rapid, chitteringly-mousy speech, answering Mindy's concern, "I can still fly myself, if slowly, but... I've still got enough in me for maybe<span style="font-style: italic">one</span>fight, if these're scum it's better to settle," he glances in Kahmori's direction, then in Lin's, then in Mindy's, trying to gauge those members of the group he's not yet so familiar with. Nevertheless, 100 feet isn't so very great a distance, and he's not about to just stand and wait for trouble to be brought; the mousefolk's small, clenched paw half-rises to be held at ready, trembling somewhat unimpressively as he eyes the possible-enemies' approach.<br/><br/>[Readied action:<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/wallOfThorns.htm">Wall of Thorns</a>readied against thug(s) coming within 30 feet]