"Change of plans: Let's not go to the caravan. We'll hunt with my gauntlets and drink from streams. I don't know. But I'm pretty sure punching mud to death is difficult, so let's head this way instead shall we?" Raven said, a little bit shocked by that thing just appearing there. Because he was carrying a sick child, Raven didn't feel particularly comfortable about getting into fights. He guessed that this thing wasn't very agile, and that he could easily dodge it's boulder arms, but better safe then sorry. Raven ran in a different direction, which was the direction where the caravan was originally going.(North) Once the muddy beast was out of his sight, he slowed his pace to conserve energy. "Ivan, buddy, we got to get out of this damn forest. I don't like it here." He said to the sick kid as he trudged along. "I'm not tired yet, but I'll need to sleep eventually. And I'd rather not do it wherever here is."