Well since they're not running towards it right now Tyler's just bunkering down to stare at the thing as it starts running down the street with something tied to it's back and wielding a thorny broom-looking thing. it takes a moment for him to realize that he isn't yelling at all and that there's the noise of someone his age screaming coming from the..it's a wicker basket on the tonguey-goat thing's back.

There's just enough time to catch a glimpse of an arm and a face trying to climb out of the basket before the beast LEAPS over a thick section of crowd that hasn't parted in time.

"...Eartha. There's a kid."