"It didn't come for us."  Dina whispered through gritted teeth.  Her mind wandered to the incantations necessary to call a mist.  Should they decide to fight or flee, the mist would prove useful cover.  Striking the opponent deaf or blind might be more useful, but it would be an obvious aggression.  The white haired witch risked a look over her shoulder at Jakov.  She knew he was going to be trouble the moment he arrived.  She turned her face back to Grigori.  "Even if we run, it will find the cave.  I think we have to stand our ground for now.  Try to reason with it.  Maybe come to some arrangement."  Her eyes motioned in the direction of Jakov.