Hearing a familiar voice call out behind him, Jorn glanced over his shoulder to see the knight that he had just freed turning to approach on Jorn's flank. Growling under his breath in agitation, Jorn continued to keep his eyes locked with the wolves as he waited, "You damned idiot..." Jorn whispered under his breath. As the skirmisher slowed his breathing down, he'd focus on the subtle sounds of the hooves of Angriff's beast crushing the snow beneath it.

	'1...2..-!" Just as Angriff pulled up behind him, Jorn sheated his blade and rounded, taking Angriff's hand as he hoisted himself up onto the back portion of the horse's saddle; all while attempting to position himself so the knight had to slow down as little as possible on the pickup.