Xion just glanced over at Volwrath and shrugged a bit as he returned to slicing apart the ox and setting steaks of it to roast over the fire; taking a moment to wipe a bit of blood from his lip.  "Actually I already ate, those humans were rather stringy and tough so I decided to take a few of their livestock. When I left I had three." He smirked, rubbing it in the knight's face that he knew that the man viewed him as gluttonous and he didn't give a shit.  Even in the human form he still had to eat enough to maintain his real form which often seemedl ike a lot but some humans and two oxen were a light snack for a dragon his size.  While he really couldn't stand the irritating traitor, he didn't really think the other two were that bad; they kept to themselves and didn't try really get on his nerves. The dark elf was intriguing, acid-tongued and clever; he knew that she was probably the most skilled out of the whole group at assassination style tactics, the werewolf was the bestial "tank" of the group and could be counted on to get the job done: usually not without some collateral damage though. "For your information dumbass, I'm preserving some of this for later on you never know when it might be a good idea to have a bit of meat on hand. At the very least we can feed the wolf to keep him from mauling too many people." he pointed out in a dry sort of humor.<br/><br/>"And he's right you know. Any smart woman isn't going to bed with a traitor, particularly not one of her skill." Xion agreed fully with the wolf, just to tweak the knight about his inept advance.  Once he was done carving up the ox, he backed of, shifted forms, ate the rest of it then shifted back and settled down. He slipped off into his own little world for a few moments, the fire shining in his red eyes as he walked through the fabric of time/space in his mind's eye.  Back to the one time when he was actually happy in his life, he'd been content for centuries but to be actually happy was rare.  "Lyra.. Corona...." He muttered a bit and produced a couple small handmade dolls resembling the two little girls, complete with wings and tails.  They were both approaching their teens by now and he hadn't seen them since this whole thing started thanks to that little elven slut that was with the other party.  It may seem odd to the others that he'd carry such piddily things with  him but they held more value to him than his entire mountain of gold and platinum coins he had stored in a private vault under a mountain with no visible entrance because they made these for him when the were 5 because he was gone so much.