Matiu didn't know what to make of what had just occurred. One moment, another rider and her dragon had appeared, and the next, the camp fire had blown out seemingly on its own. Mat and Thresher had leapt up immediately, the rider brandishing a sword with a wicked series of serrations nearing the base, and the dragon looking around snarling with the spikes on his tail standing out. When the fire relit, Matiu looked to Thresher as if to inquire what had happened, however the dragon only stared at a spot to the north east. 'Enemy troops?' Matiu inquired mentally- [b]'I am not quite sure. The rain makes it hard to get a proper scent. Whatever the case, theres more than one in that direction'[/b]. Matiu's expression contorted into a mask of excitement at the prospect of a foe, 'We will track them down. Snuff em' out before they know what hits them.' he mused as he slid onto the saddle strapped to Thresher's back. The pair moved silently away from the others, their dark forms obscured to near invisibility thanks to the dark clouds and pouring rain. Whatever had blown out the fire was in for a very nasty shock.