Cricket fell to the back of the party as they traversed the dungeon, keeping a cautious eye on his new party members. It wasn't familiar with the courser's it had tagged along with this time, one bearing a strange set of antlers that sat upon a silvery headpiece. Who was he? Sporting a pale coat, piercing pink irises and a long tail much akin to his own. Another heraldic was a rare sight, outside of his travels. Carcer, the pale one had called himself, was accompanied by a golden hound that followed him at his heels.

The tall heraldic's gaze would drift to the courser accompanying the pale one, Splatterpunk. He knew of this one, from word around the dungeons. Crispin and Moritz' second born. Curious that they had chosen to tag along with this party, however, he couldn't blame them. Together they made up with a solid set of skills.

The biggest mystery to Cricket, was the one that had called himself Kalvaxis. Someone he had never heard of before, nor seen. He wasn't connected to either Splattepunk or Carcer, and he talked in words the heraldic could barely make out as legible. Sporting a pale coat as well, though this one's legs were adorned with a light, almost caramel brown. His hind, which was far too close to Cricket at this point, was covered in a spotted blanket pattern. Much like his own spots, though his covered his body as a whole.

Before the heraldic could muse on these thoughts, he felt the ground slip from under him. Quickly being brought down to his hind, as what happened connected in his brain. Fuck. The party was sliding down towards their doom, unable to find purchase on the slippery slope.

Not again.