The male narrowed his eyes only slightly as she bit into his wrist. And he lifted her, almost clear off of the ground. Eyes honed in on her...<i>"You mind?"</i>he asked, in that thick, estranged language. "I need that to tend to her." His eyes rolling down the trolless' body, and continueing it's decent until he was looking to the crying elf. He was still holding the waterskin, though he slowly lowered Mora down, as she was hanging only by her teeth in his armor coated flesh.<br/><br/>He flicked an ear, but did not bat an eye when he heard a click, and CHING sound behind the veil of the tents fabric. Outside it, and in the cave, an unfortunate worgen had stepped upon a trap he laid just outside. It was it's own sort of magic, encasing her in a total, head to toe block of ice... He would handle her soon enough...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>