The worgen chuckled, eyes following her hands for a moment before he led the way.<br/><br/>"I'll lend yae some o' mine, then." The knife on his belt - more like a jungle expedition machete, really - made short work of the brambles. He waded into the nasty plants and cut a decent clearing through to the path. Even still, "Beggin' yaer pardon, Lilith,"  he carefully lifted her over the path he cut, so that her dress didn't catch or snag in the clutching thorns. Once clear, he set her down carefully.<br/><br/>"Apologies faer bein' a bit forward, but I didnae think yae'd like tae ruin such a lovely dress." He continued to lead, casting glances at her as they walked. Scratching idly at his chin, he spoke as he continued walking, keeping his pace that she could easily keep up with him. Something about how she was walking, her posture, expression, even her scent...<br/><br/>"Yae worried, Lilith?" Tery quirked a brow as he turned to look at her. "If anyone gets mouthy, I'll take care o' et righ' quick, never yae mind."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>