<span style="font-style: italic">…Well.  This is an unexpected development,</span>Gorun thinks to himself, eyeing the three intruders.  It isn’t easy to make out as many details about them in the absence of light, but they all seem to have a similar — though distinctly different — sort of… “changedness” (which is the only word he can think of) about them that the druid from earlier in the day had.  He notes that none of his fellows seem to be waking up to try to wretch their guts out from the proximity, which probably says something about these three, but just the same, he’s not at all sure he likes what they seem to have in mind.  He’s marginally reassured that their intentions are, in fact, simple hunger rather than actual hostility considering that the intruders aren’t trying to gang up on him.<br/><br/>The bull’s mind runs through a few thoughts while getting up to speed from having been asleep.  For one, he’s glad it was him that Albali woke up than the others.  Beyond the fact that they literally might not have even known they had company, it was possible they would not have reacted quite so calmly as Gorun.  He has to fight down a grimace at the thought of how Turilia might have done.  As for food to spare, he knows his own pack contains none — not so much an oversight on his part as just knowing his style of fighting tends to keep him well fed — but he can’t speak for the rest in his group.  He strongly doubts any of them would feel especially charitable about sharing food if they found themselves about to<span style="font-style: italic">be</span>food, though.  “Everyone move away from my group,” he tells the three, not quite a whisper but quiet enough to not likely awaken anybody, gesturing off to the side with his horns.  “Then we’ll talk.”