As JW disappeared into the mouth of the cave, despite the ward that Anders had set for it, he felt something more might be needed, turning on his heels at the mouth of the cave and using his mana in a way that one might call a very creative use for the stone skin spell, crafting a wall instead with it and sighing as the light from his staff disappeared.

Behind his back, as snake man tried to right himself, Sir Pounce hissed at the sudden intrusion and ran, clawing his way up Anders thick robes and hiding in the feathers on his pauldrons, his wide eyes staring judgingly over at the new stranger. Anders barely winced through it all, his clothing thick enough that it was only on his legs that he felt the cat's claws at all, but he was used to it. Except, now that he was stuck in here with this man until the wolves lost interest, he had to wonder if he would need to continue to be on edge even in the safety of the cave.

"Either you've just spooked him, or Sir Pounce doesn't like you. You'd better pray it's the first one."