Ace's ears perk up at the familiar but still utterly terrifying sound of an Ahroun in full frenzy.

The next sense to register as he scans the ongoing melee is scent. The Nightrenders themselves have a strange non-smell, like if fungus were also void. Over that there is a lot of blood and sweat and fear, but also the distinct signature of flannel, turkey grease and musk that has to belong to Mackenzie, the woman he met earlier.

It isn't long before he spots her. She is headed the wrong direction and is furiously trying to tear apart one of the nightmares. Most of the newcomers quickly learned that was futile, but full-moons are stubborn and he himself had required rescue before finally admitting they need to retreat or at least change tactics.

It looks like Mackenzie lost her cool before she could come to that conclusion herself. Understandable, but inconvenient... He likes her and has decided she is his new friend. No one has told her that yet, but that's not the point.

Oh well, nothing else for it.

Others might have more elegant solutions, but he only knows one way to stop a frenzying ahroun. Time to hug it out. This is going to hurt.