He knew better than to wash up after a fight like this, but Cafall was struggling against the urge to give his mistress an affectionate lick on her palm. She looked confident and strode briskly toward the scruffy elf man, but he knew better than to think she was unshaken in the face of death, hovering and spitting in their faces. They were both exhausted; he was overheated under the summer sun, and his tongue was hanging out as he panted for both air and water. But he knew there was no time for rest yet.
They had barely gotten within a few feet of the elf man with the strange way of talking when he heard the pound of heavy paws bounding toward them. No one else had noticed until there was a collision of fur and blackened iron, followed by barking. His mistress had raised her sword again in anticipation, but Cafall smelled the lady Mabari before he could see her and relaxed his poise, confirming that she wasn't an additional threat. He barked back to affirm that he'd gotten her message and would relay it to the others. He circled his mistress and her partner, then barked at the wolf (such a curious, feral creature that he could only hope understood their language) to tell his woman to move along.
The knight was quick to pick up on what was going on, without his needing to do much work in translation. Nerys didn't sheath her weapon, but she did look from the hounds to Raelias with concern, "She means for us to follow. Keep an eye out." It wasn't much of an order that was necessary, but she trusted him to be faster in firing an arrow to clear their path than her ability to hack away at obstacles. With Cafall at the lead, following the trail left behind by Noa, Nerys began to run for the house where the other half of the group was gathered.