"Hah! Agreed," Howzer didn't mind being the one following for the moment. Even with his newly earned title, he knew better than to compete with someone over leadership when they wanted to take the initiative. The only thing he decided to do was pull his weight and step in if anybody needed help. Whether or not Mordred would need him at all was to be decided, he supposed.

Still, if he got a chance to put down the monster wolf, he'd probably jump at the chance to take it down. Even if he had suppressed it, he was still shaken up by the sight of his mother's bloody apron.

Following after, Howzer adjusted his belt and pack so it was more secure at his hip--better so that it wouldn't get in the way once he had to move or draw his lance. When Mordred turned back, he paused and watched her, curious.

Crap, she saw--

"Oh, well--don't worry if my eyes wandered a bit! My old man's one of the kingdom's best blacksmiths, so I can't help but recognize when something's professionally made," He added, giving Mordred an excited grin. "My lance is one of his pieces! I'm not sure my old man can compete with something that powerful but I'd love a chance to show his work isn't anything to scoff at, Sir Knight."