There was a hunting rifle propped against his shoulder, lightly colored striped tail swaying idly as for the moment hooves remained planted on the limb he had perched himself on. Of course he'd spotted Reaper, kept himself well within the tree-line rather than rushing in as he had the last time he remembered spotting the man- even in a different styled get up 76 knew it was him.

Had heard him around town, too.

He did snort at the bird that ended up hopping out of the black smoke. Looked like someone was having trouble getting exactly what they wanted. Still, for once he was observing; new tricks up both their sleeves here.