Conan silently scoffed at Raffy. She was proving to be quite mouthy for a supposed thief. Still her plan did have a some merit and he couldn't exactly argue against it. He reached for his quiver and found it a lot lighter than he wished it to be. The rest of his arrows were sprinkled around their little battlefield, sticking out of the hounds. A few more shots were all he could afford in this fight. "Sounds like a plan to me, I've survived too much to die here at the hands of some mindless beast."