<span style="text-decoration: underline">Mortigar</span><br/><br/>He wasn't sure if that should make him laugh or not. He settled on his wry grin. "Well maybe I should go check on her to make sure she's not dying or something." He said as he started to leave then hesitated. "Um so what happens if we do fight them? Cuze you know I don't want to die." The reality was Mortigar was a healer not a fighter. He'd never been a scrapper even as a pup. Sure he could hunt, but that was different that was food.