Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Kevkas put his bedroll down near the fire. "You know if these gods of yours were worth their weight in salt maybe they could have prevented that arrow from piercing your muscle in the first place." He chuckled. "Sorry I mean no offense, but that god phooey is centuries old. I prefer relying on things I can see and touch."<br/><br/>"Fenris, guard boy." A quick snort as the wolf finished the morsal given by Ellina, and he sat on his haunches, looking over the camp. "Get some rest girl. We'll be leaving early, have to make some ground if we want to get far enough south before winter."