<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Upon hearing the noise coming from somewhere Drak stops trudging through the snow and stands up straight and looks around for the cause. When he doesn't find the souce he looks around to his traveling companions to see if any of them have heard the sound.<br/><br/>"Oy, any o' ye 'ear dat?" He glances fertively between the competant and incompatent elves expecting their long ears to have at least heard it, then towards Jruuna. "Lass I dunna know wha' tha' be nor where it be comin' from. Can ye of the taller stature see anythin' I canne'?"<br/><br/>A bit paranoid at this point Drak slips his shield off his back and readies it on his arm. Yes the turtle is transforming into a mobile bastion of defense. "By Moradin's beard I hope this naught be a angry beasty." Drawing his warhammer Drak prepares for the worst turning his now exposed back to his comrads peering out into the snow covered wilderness.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(*Does not know Draconic nor Knowledge Nature*)</span>