Ahmaht glared at Sigrun for a few seconds while she entertained herself with his nose. He poked her in the stomach as a counterattack, and was about to make another advance on her abdomen when she seemed to be preoccupied with a man rising out of the lake where the wolf had been previously. He approached Larea, and Ahmaht found himself gripping one of his blades tightly while he approached. He nodded stiffly to the man as he thanked everyone and introduced himself. As he asked Larea about her and 'her people', the large foreigner was slightly confused. Her people?<br/>Ahmaht guessed she could be considered the leader of the band of misfits, seeing as she was the one who brought everyone together. He shrugged to himself, slowly letting go of his weapon and standing up, dusting himself off. He inched over to Larea, sticking his hands in his pockets.