"if it ain't one thing..." Raph mutters into Abigail's shoulder before turning to address the monstrosity. "Goddess help you if I actually gotta stand up an' come over there. Beat it if you know what's good for you."

Raph's actual concern is hidden behind a rather solid wall of bluster. He doesn't know much about Stormwings, but he knows that they don't often travel solo, which means that there could be more of them not far away. Raph begins to scan the periphery looking for the horses and his saddle pack...just in case.