Chrrou's furtive looks into the sky are replaced by a full-fledged stare, scanning back and forth, but the results seem to leave him nursing a bitter disappointment. As the bladed thicket ceases to shake, he watches a little longer just to be sure... and then growfs, waving the eager-looking Heshaar toward the wall while he instead turns and pads closer toward where the wolffolk once stood. The dire she-wolf licks her lips eagerly, homing in on the toppled troll that lies at the feet of the summoned wolves; Chrrou, meanwhile, fixes Fiona with a very dull gaze... before snuffling in the snow around the wolffolk's forfeit possessions, finally making his way to sit on his haunches beside the log-turned-refuge.