Feign looks a little hesitant, but after a moment of thinking, he is confident the nagas are safer than hiking to his lookout while the wolves are after him.  He also realizes that the only way these nagas will be seen from now on is by him trusting them.<br/><br/>As he walks over to Tamara, he pulls off his shirt, there are some sparse downy feathers across his chest, but otherwise, completely smooth, pale skin.  below the belt is much the same, with a small tuft of down just at the top of his crotch.  He seems fairly embarassed as he finishes disrobing, though he has been through stranger rituals while studying native peoples.<br/><br/>He bows at Tamara, completely naked, "I hope you appreciate how much I'm trusting you."  He kneels, then lays down flat, with his arms by his sides.  Once down, he realizes how full his stomach is from his ritual on the dead hunters.<br/><br/>He is expecting to be blindfolded and carried, the disrobing to leave behind any maps or locators...  He really doesn't know what's in store.