Arawn glared at her, warrily as he helped her slide up onto the saddle and he finished fitting it. He grabbed the reigns and looped them over the horses face, around the mouth and kept his grip on them tight. She had no control of this animal and he did not want to chance a frightened horse in the midst of any trouble. "I am a hunter, Princess, don't think I do not understand how your kind works. A wolf is a wolf even<span style="font-style: italic">if</span>in human form." he advised her, jerking the reigns as he lead them out of the stable slowly. "If you are hungry, however, check the front saddle bag for some dried pork meat. It should carry you for tonight and then you will eat better in the morning. You will also shower in the morning as well," he told her, wrinkling his nose lightly in offense.<br/><br/>She didn't smell bad, but the thought of walking a young female, even lycan, through the land in dirty clothes and with a dirty face no less was far from appeasing to even his male senses. "I'm not traveling with a street crawling girl. You'll clean up well before we reach our destination." He explained easily, sighing as his muscles relaxed. He pulled his hand back through his black hair and smoothed straw strands around his rounded but somewhat pointy ears. He had the features of a fey, he did. He was obviously not human, but he had not realized that in his nature as a fey, he could not tell a lie. It never crossed his mind how honest he was, but it had made his life a lot easier in chosing to return home to live in a closed off room or become a huntsmen and stay as far from the King's sight as possible.<br/><br/>He wasn't taking the girl to the King. Posh! He already knew she would be killed. He had searched for her on his own accord, on behalf of a private request from a dear friend. Arawn knew full well who she was and where she came from and he would take care of her as promised. He just would not be taking her home.