Scowling slightly, the hunter known as Zun'woh swatted a stick at the troll and elf.<i>"Eh now! Let her rest! I did no hurt you when speeling, you no hurt her!"</i>Eyes honed to slits as he got up, removing more bandages from his belt and setting his workings aside. The leathers could wait, as he went to work cleaning the claw wounds out, and bandaging the worgen up, much as he had with Mora's knees earilier.<i> "If you no want me to share attention, all you had do was ask."</i>Up until this point, he had been ignoring the cursed one's words, instead tending to her injuries, then sitting himself down between the two groups, the bowl and spoon in hand once more.<br/><br/>Cursing and grumbling under his breath he constantly glanced over his shoulder, keeping an eye on Tellara, but more importantly on Mora. Though most of his focus was on the worgen as he sat her upright, mostly, and tried to feed her the stewed meat and vegies. The waterskin close by. Why had he not just killed her? The thrill of a challenge? He was begining to think Mora would be all the challenge he needed, but... Now there was an idea... Tella'ra looked to Mora for guidance, practically took orders from her. And if the worgen reacted to the attack as he hoped, then she too would submit under the troll druidess. An alpha female. Such an easy concept, really, all he had to do was reign in the amber eyed one, and the rest should fall into line...<br/><br/>All this played through his mind, as the elder, mysterious huntsman continued to try feeding Elizabeth...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>