"Being discreet is amongst my job specifications." Kalaj shrugged and couldn't help but grin a toothy grin at the wisp. "Hairy one, huh?" He had been called a lot of things during his childhood, specially by his teachers, so verbal offenses did little to nick his mood. He still wondered if it had been a whim of the whisp or something the muse had actually formulated. Nah, it wasn't likely. She wouldn't have trouble finding a bed. Him, on the other hand, might find it to be tricky. He had met a few women with interest in furred creatures, but most weren't too open about it. ((Furries any one?))<br/><br/>Either way, he rarely slept in such gatherings, he wasn't comfortable in crowds. The screams from outside called his attention so he stood. "Excuse me." He headed for the door of the tent and shook his sleeve a dagger loseening from where it was strapped and fell to his hand. Noticing it seemed to be only one person ausing the ruckus, he slid the knife back into his sleeve and raised a paw to his mouth. He emitted a hig pitched whistle. It had taken him some time to master it. His nighthawk, Seru, came from outside the camp. He made a hand gesture to it ordering it to stay and guard the tent as he headed towards the running person.