Pullio looks down at the wolves and smiles. "Fire cleanses," He says to them in his native language, knowing they wouldn't understand. He turns and walks away, heading towards the area where the paladins are. He reeks of fire, making it extremely obvious to whomever who just set the market on fire. The barbarian runs a hand through his hair, his right fingers beginning to rub a charm. Suddenly he stops, nose lifting into the air. He takes a whiff and his eyes open wide, "Odd," He murmurs, still in his language, "There is a...non-human scent nearby. Almost like....the Chieftan of my tribe...It smells...clean. Maybe I need to distract them?" He immediately starts trotting to the paladins, rounding corner after corner, dodging, shoving, and even throwing pedestrians aside, all of which freaking out that the market is burning and a huge barbarian with two wolves is racing through the street. Pullio rounds another corner and screeches to a halt, staring at the paladins in pure shock. "W-who....w-what......?" Then his eyes fall onto the woman. In shock, his jaw drops a bit, then he quickly pushes it shut. Another whiff at the air confirms the scent is from them, but it is too difficult for him to discern which one. Pullio rolls back his shoulders, brushes his hair from his face, and walks towards them. His back is stiff as a board, and hiseyes are towards the woman, obviously taking her for the leader. On the outside, he looks confidant, ferocious, insane, and distant. On the inside, he is fighting back a blush, an urge to roar and chop up her companions and claim her for himself, and an urge to...surprisingly run away.