"Let him do what he wants, Rena," Shinobi said, patting her on the shoulder as he passed by her, following FoxStorm in the direction of Candlewood. "He's not stupid; if it gets to be too much for him, he'll say something. Let's keep heading to the settlement, but keep your eyes and ears open. Storm, you said that sound came from our direction?" As he spoke, he slid his crowbar out from its sheath on his back, putting his right paw through the wrist loop and wrapping his fingers around its paracord grip. It was very possible that they were being tailed... By who or what, though, he couldn't say. They couldn't waste time looking for it, though; if whatever or whoever it was was careless—or diseased—enough to make such a racket before, it would likely do so again. And they would certainly be ready for it.