[The question draws his attention over his shoulder, and he squints as he takes in the canine facial features.

His talon-tipped fingers flex. Clearly, he's not alone in his changes.]

Oh, I'm not advising anyone to stay here. Between the monsters and limited provisions, it would be a foolish endeavor. However...

[He turns around, his left hand moving to his hip.]

I certainly don't trust our mysterious "guide."

[There's a growl to his voice, a furrow in his brow. It's aggravating, but even he knows it'd be foolish to ignore the Convoy's resources.]