Aluren’s wrist continued to quickly flick, pulling and slicing the scares off to turn the fish into a far more edible meal without concern. Content, he’d drop the larger salmon onto the fire, his gaze rising up to see the dragoness, and the less noticed mushroom. His lips fell ajar as he took in her form, showing the same expression he did when catching her backside as she fled behind a tree. He’d blink several times before the question processed, eyes now focusing on the small, white mushroom. From here he could see the brown undercoating, showing they were ready to eat and indeed the correct ones. “Yeah, those are it!”<br/><br/>After he had shouted, the caw of a crow would erupt from the trees on the other side of the river. He’d quickly turn, eyes narrowing as he searched for it, or anything that stood out. He had the vision of a falcon, fully capable of seeing everything that wasn’t completely shrouded in darkness, yet there was nothing, not a single bird to be seen. “What are you?” He softly muttered, now glaring off toward nothing in particular, more hopeful that something would stumble into his line of sight. After a minute of waiting, he’d pick up the next fish, beginning the similar process at the first, removing the scales.<br/><br/>As he worked, his gaze lifted up to watch Isabella as she plucked each mushroom free. He smiled, more innocent thoughts playing through his mind as he notes the soft wind blowing through her drying hair, and the content look she held save for the strange red mark she now wore. He smiled at this, wondering if perhaps fate was why he had never married while he was still human. He was in command of his own platoon, in his prime with countless women looking toward him, but he had never bothered to settle. “That’s plenty, Isabella!  We can roast them on the fire.”<br/>The scent of the cooking salmon was strong, and very appetizing to the knight, in a world of death it was certainly the freshest thing he caught scent of in a long, long time. “I hope you like fish.” His voice would have lowered the closer she became, a faint grin resting on his lips as he finishes up the last fish and putting it beside the first.