( The Greek and Roman gods went at it all the time.  Caused quite a bit of problems in the mortal world.  Or so the tales say.)<br/><br/>Millar looked at Zhuraek and Selina with worry.  He walked over and followed clenching his cut paw gently, blood was dripping from still.  He looked over his shoulder, his eyes following the path of the goddess. "And I had so many questions..."  He shook his head and drooped his crest against his back.<br/>"Zhuarek, I can carry your gear if you'd like." He looked generally concerned, and he couldn't help but feel that this was his fault.