Harrow grins, baring his long teeth. "Mobian pride! Idunno who this Reynard is, but we're gonna wreck 'im." One of his hands floats near Ixis, eagerly awaiting a high five.

"So, who's our tactician? What's our plan? I could... Dig a moat!"

His ears perk up as he looks between the other three around him. Harrow is an eager follower ready for advice and instruction, and he's not above taking orders from a child.