The cloaked whelp stays behind with the white haired one, holding the horses together and keeping watch.

Perception: (1d20+6)[18]

"Well yeah, this is where it happened. Damn, it shouldn't have. I'm actually quite curious myself why they would attack us out here, maybe the others find some clue in the caves." He shakes his head.
"I just hope there won't be any more surprises like that iceworm. My cheek still feels like it's frozen from that damn spit." He rubs his left cheek a bit, then continues staring at the scenery.