The tiefling watched as the two chwingas left, leaving their third behind. Strangely, he felt a knot form in his stomach. These creatures were fools to leave their friend to the mercy of four much larger creatures, especially when they had just met them. The naive had no place in the natural world. Sure, they had no plans to harm the chwinga, but they probably didn't know that. Quietly, he hoped that the other chwingas made it home okay, and that Dannika had no intentions to abuse the creature. Speaking of Dannika, he looked over at the chwinga that was sitting on Jitter's shoulder. The fact that this one seemed to like them enough to follow them definitely made their job a lot easier. Now, all they had to do was go to Good Mead, hand it over to Dannika, and from there that would be that. At least, that's how it should be.
Before they left, Kythor wanted to know some things. He still had very little understanding of how chwingas communicated between themselves - for this he cursed himself for not having the knowledge of the tribe to consult - so he wasn't sure if the chwingas would be aware of the arrangement their third friend might be getting into. For that matter, he wasn't sure if the chwingas would respond well to their friend abruptly disappearing after last being seen with a ragtag group of travelers. Besides that, there was still the matter of figuring out how to help the woman who'd asked for their help earlier be rid of her chwinga tormenters. Admittedly, that last part might be easily accomplished through discussion on how to negotiate peace between both parties.
Still, Kythor was invested in studying the chwingas further for his own interest. If he could track the chwingas, maybe he could find out where they lived, and how they lived. If they needed to consult the chwingas or contact them again, they'd be able to easily find them again. Standing up, Kythor brushed the snow off of his person and scooped up his lantern.
"Got an inkling we might not wanna let our other two 'friends' disappear into the night just yet," he said in a low voice.
"I'm going to see if I can't find where they're holed up at, just in case our business with them's not done yet. Since it seems to've taken a liking to you, Jitter, maybe you could keep your little stowaway busy or ask if he'd like to help our employer? I'd rather he not get the wrong idea from me 'making sure' his friends get home safe."With that, he leant to the side from the thicket they'd been lured into. From there, he could see that the chwingas had gone deeper into the woods. Admittedly, Kythor wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of heading into the woods, especially with their friendly chwinga in tow. Yet, that wouldn't deter him from briefly following them alone. After a delay, Kythor crept from the thicket to follow the path of the chwingas, towards the rock they had disappeared behind.