“Yeah-yeah-yeah, whosa-good-boy?” Kat encouraged a grey wolf who wasn’t hers, yet friendly enough to greet her with a lick on the cheek while she prepared the beast for a ride to battle. Of course, she had to do it in a hurry, because the owner would soon make it to the kennel, so she skipped all the unnecessities like setting up a saddle or even packing any gear, other than the pair of one-handed axes that she always carried with her on her back. With so many humans and other comfort-seeking creatures around, there was always going to be someone who brought excess supplies that she could ‘borrow’.<br/><br/>Despite the sharp teeth and tusks that flat-teethed folks often found frightening, there was still a certain feminine beauty about the orc’s face, at least as long as she kept her lips relatively shut to hide the grin. Over the couple of months that Kat had spent with the strangers of New Bloodhoof, it had turned out that it was often in her best interest to keep her mouth shut in any case, not that it meant she would do so, just to keep herself from spitting out comments like the one she was about to throw at Ronald, who for some reason was taking with him someone far too small to fight. Kat said, “Shouldn’t you be taking civilians away from battle, not into it?”<br/><br/>Riding light, the bald-headed orcess slowed the grey wolf down by the human’s worg, and curiously waited for a reply to her inquiry. It might have seemed like mere banter between an orc and a human, but if the man had crossed paths with Kat in the past, she couldn’t remember, he’d know that she didn’t care about the past conflicts between the two races, and that she had actually meant what she had said. There was no way, in Kat’s mind, that someone as small as a human girl, who probably was a human girl to think of it, was going to be of any use against the undead or any other enemy for that matter, and would probably just make things worse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>