Asmodareth's head shot in the direction as the snarling intensified. It seemed to be a pretty nasty fight, maybe that was where the camp was located. Making a mental note of it he steered his ears in that direction and memorized the position. Asmodareth would take care not to wander into it. He could also provide helpful information when an invasion was being planned. Shaking himself he realized it was getting late. A little orange seeped through the trees and he needed to get back to Peace River before it was completely dark.