As Tinder looks around at the others, a hoof falls onto her shoulder. "Hey Tinder, sorry I'm late; it's been one heck of a day." Foxtrot looks over to the group, noting a few familiar faces. The unicorn himself looks like hell; ruffled mane, jacket stained and torn, fur matted in some areas, and several cuts and bruises around his body. He sees Samiel, his warn smile diminishing, "Samiel, I'm guessing your horde isn't far away right now."