Zell followed her, though he had to unsheath his broadsword, the jaws bottom part shaped into a swords sharp curve, and the teeth on the back helpped him use it as another weapon or sheild to hold off biting and clawing attacks. The grass moved as they moved along, something there. But it was watching whatever it was, for they made it to the camp, and he helped set it up. The sound of a dying animal rung in the distance and the shadow that showed overhead ominous. His body shifted as the shadow brought with it a smelly breeze.<br/><br/>Something wet would come down in warm droplets. It felt like rain until he whiped his hair, and caught the sanguine liquids look and irony smell. " Blood?"