Ender pushed off the beast's back with his legs, pushing it forward a bit. He landed a ways away, surveying the damage he had managed to do. It wasn't much. Surprising, since of his type advantage, but he didn't seem to do more than a few cuts and scratches. That tugged strangely at the back of his mind. Odd. A flash of orange movement caught the corner of his eye, however, and he was forced to forget about the oddity for the moment. Orange... None of his crew were orange. Was it Salazar? No, he and Cashlin still seemed to be fighting. A stray survivor then? Or another undead? Ender decided to find out. The others could handle this beast anyway. Padding down to all-fours, Salazar dashed forward silently, crawling up the nearest tree. From his higher vantage point, he could see the stranger clearly. A Flareon.
Moving along the tree branches, Ender inched closer to the fire-fox. Finally, when he decided he was close enough, he descended head first, feet and hands sticking to the side of the tree. He stayed in this position, looking down at the Flareon and trying not to lose his hat. Looking at it, it showed no signs of being undead, and as it was watching the fight with such awe, Ender felt no need to disturb him. As he was positioned, he was behind it, and he doubted it had seen him yet. For the time being, he would keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn't cause trouble.
((Feel free to have Ignius notice or not, Keishu! B]))