"What?" After a few forceful pulls Sloor manages to get his beast turned around, at least far enough to be able to crane his neck back and see what Mack is talking about. "Ah, freck! And I thawght she was the sensible awne taw..." He grins at Mack, a bit wild himself, "Well, except fawr sticking arawnd with *this* group. And haw will *she* knaw where the meet is when *we* need a guide taw get there? Let's fawllaw behind fawr a klick awr taw instead and see if they fall awff. Shawld be pretty much the same way fawr at least that lang, right?"