Talianna looked quizzically at the man for a second. Weirdly he wasn't the usual drooling idiiot that the others of the village were, and his clothing made of finer materials than the disheveled lot that inhabited the settlement. She gave the slightest of nod before striding away. Annoyingly the villagers were early risers, a number of them flocking to her, asking if she was satisfied and if she had any requests. She waved them away, already her temper had flared and she felt a longing to be back in bed with Bianka. She felt a slight pang of irritation as she spied a small congregation of villagers clustered about one house, no doubt Reinhart's billet. She cursed his name to the Dark Mother, he could easily be a thorn in her side, and she'd have no qualms removing him. She sighed, it was too early in the morning for her to shed blood, she mused as she neared the stabled.<br/><br/>Bloodfang was lying on a generous pile of straw in a deep slumber, the first real sleep the Nauglir had had weeks of hard riding. A few bones were scattered near the beast, Talianna could tell they were deer bones. It wouldn't be enough to feed Bloodfang however, she'd need at least four or five more to sate her hunger for a day otherwise the villagers would be fair game. Talianna let Bloodfang continue her slumber, leaning on the wall of the stables and watching the Cold One's massive chest rise and fall, the occasional grunt or burp erupting from her enormous jaw. The Dark Elf decided Bianka was better to watch than Bloodfang, at least she didn't burp.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>