*Taking a deep breath and follows Arkain. Creeping forward slowly but consistently.* Not about to let you get kiled by yourself now.<br/>*He says with a half-chuckle. Paying close attention to the sounds and smells, in an attempt to get a better fix on the location of the noise. His fur standing on end a bit as his mind starts to drift and wonder whats making it. He reaches down and pulls out the knife from his boot. Gripping it in his left paw in a defensive hold.*