Shaggy black and white fur could be seen on nearby brambles and a little ways down, Chaman Anguis was irritably picking the thorns out of his thick coat. It was just his luck to get caught in that nasty stuff. The Chaman had decided to get a breath of fresh air and look for some herbs above surface since the bats were beginning to drive him crazy. He had never made so many poultices for bat bites in his life. His whiskers twitched with anxiety at the thought of more bites getting infected. They had already lost Mercenary Raya, which he took full responsibility for. He should have been there... The blue-eyed tom shook his head in despair, forgetting about the thorns for a moment. "Blind Protector, help us."