(Sorry 'bout long replytime, for some reason I had myself convinced someone else had something to post before me... oops!)<br/><br/>It seems to take Chrrou a moment to realize that the hefty avian is pointing at<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>; the rodent even takes a look over his shoulder, feetpaws scuffing sideways a bit... only for him to look briefly disoriented from the realization. Should he say anything? Should he stay quiet, hope somebody else does? In one part of his mind, he's hardly even worried about the gryphon; he's sure he's dealt with worse, but there's something different when everyone around seems to acknowledge that you're little more than a snack-to-be. As naturally as everyone who looks at him seems to write him off as a food-item, suggesting otherwise can only draw unwanted attention, but...<br/><br/>"Umm..." His throat seems suddenly dryer than he realized, the mouse shaking his head and trying to restore his voice. "M-maybe you'd b-better talk to him about that," he mumbles to the centaur, glancing back over his shoulder and beckoning Heshaar a little nearer with a bob of his head.  "I'd be better off finding the stables..." He starts to motion Heshaar toward the sled to drag it along, too, no longer suspecting that the sale of the 'meat' will weigh quite so much on Rihyan's mind after that appraisal of worth.