"Nyxeris." She said, taking her cue to leave. The dwarven dagger didn't find it's way into it's sheath until they were outside in the cool air. It wasn't hard to see him in the night, she had excellent night vision. Being a leopard, demon mutt had it's advantages. Crossing her arms over her chest she watched him. He wasn't simply a wolf, that much was clear, but he was a very good fighter. Nyxeris could appreciate those skills in any man be it a friend or enemy. The smell of blood was ripe on the air. It was the only blood she had smelled in the entire fight.<br/><br/>"That sword is -- odd. I've never seen anything like it."