The ranger turned his head to the side, looking up at the strange thing the woman rode on. It was certainly different to his Grint. And though he backed up a step, he was really quite glad to see the woman riding on the back of it. Even if she was threatening to throw a spear at him. It meant that she was a ranger, too.

"I am Joachim." He identified himself, rather softly and calmly, raising his black arm to keep the light of the setting sun out of his eyes. "A ranger, and I've just gotten here, too. Who are you?"

Just then, the hulking figure of Grint, Joachim's hybrid animal companion, burst from the bunker with all the grace of a hurricane. It placed itself between it's master and the others, baring thick dagger-like teeth in reply to Dessa.