[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Woods, The Cave entrance
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin, People around the fire 

Calanon similarly scanned the brush for any signs of danger, but thankfully he had seen none. His Elven eyes seeing things with great clarity and definition, but still there was nothing save the occasional animal that scuttered off into the woods. Brogach bounded and bounced, and Calanon was going to make sure to keep a hand on Gretchin's shoulder to keep her from falling off if she had not already shown that she had no problems on the ride toward the river. It took balance to match the Elves to stay atop Brogach at high speed. 

He had enjoyed moving fast in the forest, and wished he could stay out longer and live the life of the Ranger that he was. But it was important to stay grouped up at Camp, and his new friends needed water. He'd survived before off water laden in leaves and branches, even in bark. But even he wasn't particularly eager to leap back into that memory of a hard excursion into Orcish territory. Funny that he was riding back into something similar. 

His keen Elven ears perked up at the voices that were now close, and just as Kyra had explained the situation they found themselves trotting out of the treeline. He considered Kyra's words, unsure of how he felt about that announcement at the moment. He decided to keep his mouth shut as he pondered it. He hopped off Brogach, giving Gretchin his hand and helping her down before he distributed the water skins. The young Ranger found some food for himself, and sat down by the fire to eat and listen.