Chambala had noticed the tail... the tail as in the fact they were being followed by something out there in the grass. She couldn't see it, but subtle details in the way it moved to the size it should be or even down to how it acted. Everything suggested some kind of feline creature. There shouldn't be many out here in this part. It could have been a wild cat of some kind, she wouldn't deny the possibility, though she did wonder what it was doing in the grass out here. Wild cats preferred forests...

	'I'm going to catch this one...' She thought as she was just about to go after it, but woe and behold crazy woman number 2 – the one with the golem threw something, but the huntress's instincts quickly kicked into high gear at the words and the feel. She threw herself onto the ground, on her four limbs, as low as she can without losing the ability to move and quickly push herself back up if she has to.

	Then the explosion hit, everything shook, dirt was thrown up, debris rained moments later. Torn plant fibers, dirt and stones showered on them for a few moments, before Chambala hopped back up, her eyes displayed great fury as she eyed Denise.

	“DAMNED MORON!” She snarled at the woman who rode the golem.” ARE YOU INSANE TO THROW ONE OF THOSE HERE IN THIS FIELD DAMMIT? DO YOU WANT EVERYTHING FROM HERE TO THE OCEAN TO SEE WHERE WE BLOODY ARE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF THE THINGS THAT THIS COULD ATTRACT!?” 

	Chambala was pretty angered indeed, actually angered was too weak a word for what she was experiencing right now. Her fists were clenched so tight that the leather on the fur was making sound, her facial lines were sharp and her eyes narrowed menacingly, locked onto the target of her ire as a beast on it's pray. She was just a single step away from hurling her spear at Denise. Her desire to draw blood was as clear to see as well... the explosion in the middle of a day.