There was something big in the jungle. Michael's observation skills had admittedly been a bit shaken, given recent events, but he was at least sure of that. There was something in the trees, and there was a non-zero chance that it was something bad. It was because of this that Michael had originally been hesitant about going on his own to investigate. He still wasn't at one hundred percent following the recent battles, and even if he had been, he still wasn't an amazing fighter. He had contemplated going back to the tavern and gathering some sort of search party to go in slowly, but had ultimately decided against that. After all, there was no telling how much time that would take, and if the thing in the jungle was dangerous, it could end up hurting somebody. The dealer wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if someone else within The Typhoon ended up injured because he had been too much of a coward to go into the jungle all on his own. So, after a few minutes of nervous packng back and forth, the bobcat decided that he was going to go in, no matter what.

After taking a deep breath inward to gauge just what scents he was able to find, Michael headed into the clustered trees of the jungle, his heart roaring silently in his ears as leaves crumbled beneath his paws. He made no attempt to be stealthy, instead raising his voice and calling out curiously into the undergrowth, "Hello...? I know that somebody is around here, so just come out and talk to me. If you're not a threat, then you have no reason to be hidden on Typhoon lands. Come on." He then stood there, jaw lightly clenched as he waited to see who would emerge to face him. Keeping his paws firmly on the ground, he reveled in the feeling of dirt and plant growth beneath his feet, knowing that his earth elementals would be his only line of defense if this strange did attack. He was weak from using them far too often lately, but if things were between having a few weeks of recovery and dying, he would definitely choose the former.

Fuck. Well, the thing in the forest certainly was large, and now it seemed angry. Or, at the very least, looking for some kind of fight. As the low hiss was thrown out in his direction, Michael's ears pinned back, mismatched blue eyes glistening as he responded with his own hiss of displeasure, "This ain't a good idea, friend. These aren't your lands, even if you'd like to think that they are, sorry." The earth was still thrumming beneath his feet, just waiting for him to call upon it. It ended up happening just a second later, as Charlie snapped her jaws forward in an attempt to intimidate him. Rather than properly intimidating him, it just spurned him into action. With a sudden snarl of displeasure, Michael summoned spikes of earth and rock from the ground in Charlie's direction. They weren't long enough to truly hit or hurt her, instead just keep her back, and away from him. In the same breath – even as his head had already begun to ache – he took a cautious step back, muttering to Charlie, "I said this ain't a good idea. Stand down." His voice was more firm than it usually was, driven by aggravation and adrenaline.