The blonde woman couldn't help but pause in her newly-started task to look in the direction of the stranger. He seemed to be several different people all wrapped up into one body, and every last one of them was batshit insane. She could almost hear her boss's voice in her ear, clear as if he stood next to her. He would clap one of his paw-like hands on her slim shoulders and guffaw, husky voice saying something like<span style="font-style: italic">Why do you do this to yourself, lass? Thought you'd met your limit on the crazy several strangers ago.</span>Liliana wasn't sure she would have had a response for him. The twiggy man bellowed with laughter -which cut off with bizarre abruptness- before rounding on the bandaged behemoth with a bravery that the hooded woman would not have expected. His first few sentences mostly made sense; anyone would be upset at being sized up for a meal. But when it seemed that his only real problem was that the meal he was currently being sized for was not... not to his liking? The thought sounded weird in her head. It rather resembled a scrawny rabbit turning around to berate the hulking wolf for not properly appreciating its lustrous fur. The giant's brand of crazy was different; mostly in that she didn't believe him to be crazy. His inside voice just happened to be his outside voice as well. Well, maybe that coupled with some social awkwardness (she placed the cannibalism and meat-armor in this category), but that could be expected.<br/><br/>Dex, he called himself. She liked his name, at least. Short, simple, easy to remember. And his occupation of choice did rather explain the rucksack that must have made up two-thirds of his total weight. She kept an eye on him as he hovered over the still-unconscious figure of her first patient, making sure his hands didn't stray into any pockets that were not his own (which he cared less about than the condition of clothing. Liliana decided she should stop being surprised right around here.)<br/><br/>Of course, he might truly have some treasures hidden away in that oversized backpack of his. She didn't exactly have much to offer in the way of payment, since she wasn't exactly paid with money in her current employment, but he might be interested in some of the herbs or wild plants she kept in her personal satchel. Of course, even if she did not need anything he had, she was not the only one who would be in this camp at the end of the day. She found herself wondering for a moment if that group of hunters would return. Her thoughts cut off when the quick-changing man offered to help, and she found herself actually meeting those bright eyes. She doubted very seriously that he could assist her. She had seen his hand tremble after it became exhausted merely by remaining perpendicular to his body for more than twenty seconds, and quite frankly she had no proof that he would not simply carve his initials into the hide and then dance on the crushed skull of the carcass. He had not demonstrated any signs that he wouldn't do just that... the opposite, rather.<br/><br/>Still, if she hoped to put in him an amiable mood for barter, maybe she should be a little more... well, maybe she should actually talk to him. "I don't," she responded flatly, turning away from him again to continue sawing through the shiny membranes that connected hide to meat, "but there are some more people who might return to this camp. For now, you are welcome here." Her lilting Polish accent flowed in and out of her words, occasionally disappearing and sometimes returning with a vengeance.<br/><br/>Finally, she removed a fairly decent-sized chunk of meat. Instead of returning to the carcass or spitting the meat over the embers, she worked at it with her knife for a few minutes until she had a decent amount of small-chopped bear bits. She kneaded them against the carcass and squished them with her palms for a moment in a rudimentary attempt at tenderizing, then stood and walked over to the unconscious man with the hole in his leg.<br/><br/>She gingerly lay the bear bits in a pile next to him, same side as the fire, and squatted down beside him. One hand extended toward the little wolf that had come with him, her head tilted. Her emtpy eyes observed that his fur was bloody, but she hadn't seen him move in a way that would denote injury; she assumed the blood to have originally belonged to his two-legged friend. She gave a soft clicking sound to the pup, and murmured something quietly in Polish. "Come, little<span style="font-style: italic">kochanie</span>," she tossed a little piece of the meat toward his tiny muzzle, hoping to entice him to come to the rest of the little pile she had made for him, then added a very quiet, "For you." Without waiting to see if he would accept her offer, she stood and turned away, fishing through her satchel nonchalantly.<br/><br/>She rustled a very specific leaf, and suddenly a little squeal erupted from the inside of the spare supplies pack given to her by the harvesters; this was promptly followed by a clumsy dismount from the pack and the little piglet flopped into the snow, leaving a perfectly-pig shaped hole before he flailed to his feet and ruined it. He scurried to her feet, short tail wagging like that of a dog, his nostrils flaring expectantly. She knelt down again and set several bits of vine and something that looked like strange, yellow ivy on the snow in front of the little Razorback, and no time was wasted as he inhaled the food as though starving. Liliana couldn't help but let her eyes linger over his pudgy little belly and she gave the top of his back a familiar scratch, fingers on either side of his little bone-strip.<br/><br/>Well, chores weren't over. She took a few paces back to her project and picked up her knife again, setting in to finish the job.