Kalaj drew his falchion and swung at the birds with the dull side of it, not really interested in killing them. Once he had scared them away, he kneeled next to the girl, the idea of looting her passing briefly through his mind, as briefly as the grin that drew to his lips. "I won't state the obvious..." he mused, examining the wound and the body. He checked her hands and arms for defensive wounds, perhaps she had managed to scratch her attacker or be in contact with him or her for long enough to get any scent rubbed on her. "Any one of you can cast more light around here...in non magical means if possible..." He had left his bag in the muses tent, his lanter and tinder box with it.