"Mine cart track?" Connor asked, thinking about it. A mine cart track would certainly work. It would be large enough to house a golem of his size, or lower, and the already in-set track would allow for more ease of transportation. There may even be a inset lighting system, if they were lucky, which would quickly clear up the light problem. "A mine cart track would work for our needs. Let's go ahead and find it, quick, though. I don't wanna be out in the open when it gets dark. We're going to be eaten or killed out in the dark."

A brief, blue light appeared for a moment, gently glowing among the pine trees. It made quite the light, seemingly shining above the heavy shadows of the tall trees. Connor dismissed it. Possibly one of the smaller monsters fighting each other. That seemed to be happening quite a bit. While the forest wasn't heavily populated, it still had a fair amount of creatures that could still do damage if they weren't checked to that they were docile. Connor spotted a dragon flying around in the distance, and hoped that it didn't do much damage to them.

A crack echoed throughout the air, ending the silence and occasional scream of the pine forest. Connor paused, and briefly turned around. Ralph was still flying right around him, and Tony lay on his shoulders. A small, ebony fox stood to the side of him, staring right up at the group. It had rounded, ram's horns, and it occasionally emitted a puff of icy breath alongside with twin growing icicles on it's horns. "Just one of those little things." Connor muttered, returning his attention to walking ahead. "Just keep going, it won't be a problem." He swung the pine tree around, and noticed the dragon seemed to be flying close. He stopped for a moment.

The dragon flew right by him, and his arm swung upward, almost knocking the dragon out of the airspace. His stone fist seemed to do a quite a bit of damage to the side of it's face, knocking off some scales. The dragon veered off, into another direction, snarling and snorting from the force of the blow. It regarded Connor with a sense of hatred and a couple of carefully-picked words before flying off. "Force of habit. Sorry." Connor shrugged, rubbing his fist against his stone chest. "Gotta be careful."