Sigrun picked up the mantle after it was removed from the side of the wolf. It was most likely best not to wear it until it was washed, unless she wanted to smell like a wet dog. Then again, it could possibly turn into a lethal weapon to toss upon enemies heads, but she has probably done enough cloth-tossing to last a lifetime. She, once again, tossed it in the pile with the rest of her belongings, and stared at Ahmaht while he washed the wolf. The knight felt a little depressed that he got to jump into action before she could, given that she has a tolerance for awkward staring, but the fact that the wolf was okay thanks to Zel's healing was enough for her. It would be a shame to let an animal die when they have the ability to help it.<br/><br/>Soon after Ahmaht abandoned the wolf, she went to prod his nose whilst he rubbed his temples. This seemed to keep her occupied for a moment, until she heard the sound of a voice behind her. There stood a man, the wolf had simply disappeared. Had the man descended from the heavens and ate the poor beast? There would be a lot more noise if that happened. Unless the man could open his jaws to inhuman points, and if he did descend from the heavens then maybe he was some sort of freakish angel demon. Possibly, the more logical conclusion would be that the wolf was the man. The logical conclusions aren't nearly the best ones, but in this case, it certainly was the better of the two. Sigrun simply stared at the man awkwardly as he began to question the group.