Rurik looked at the footprint they'd found. It was quite large. Talons like that could easily disembowel all of them in one slash. Well, he doubted they'd be lining up, so that wasn't too big of a concern, but still... Their prey probably saw them as such, and was much larger. Their only real advantage was their magic and numbers.

He pondered Verin's question for a bit. He wasn't entirely sure, a wyvern was much different from a wolf or bear. 

"We have to consider all the facts. According to Alex, they're smart, so it will probably be coming up with some sort of plan. Because you ran from it, Verin, it's going to assume it is stronger than you. To it, you're prey. It's going to assume that we're all prey. However, the fact that you tried to attack it, and then came back with more means it might also assume that we're not defenseless, so it won't just sit around. If it knows we're here, then it probably wants us to follow it. It expects us to track it, so I assume it's leading us to where it will feel more comfortable fighting back when it is ready to confront us. Also, if it is smart, it won't just wait... it'll ambush," Rurik finished ominously. "The only thing is, if we don't know where it plans to wait, we don't know when to expect the ambush, so we'll have to [i]always[/i] expect an ambush."

In that case, he was their best bet of not getting caught off guard. 

"Predator Magic, Sense. Ears." His voice was little more than a whisper, but a moment later, even a whisper wouldn't escape his hearing. If the wyvern got close, the smallest twig snapping, or a breath taken too loudly would alert him.