Mil gave Gautirr a puzzled look, "Why? Surely a thing as this will not dare enter a village. I know you wish to return home Gautirr, but I have never seen you speak in fear."<br/><br/>Gautirr's eyes grew hard and cold with anger, "I am not afraid girl." He answered in a brittle voice, "If I am to die, then so be it. Our life's skiens were made long ago, but before I die, I wish it to be amongst my people."<br/><br/>Milyausha lowered her voice, and in a more soothing tone spoke again, "But... Gautirr, your home is many days riding, surely we should wait until the danger has passed."<br/><br/>"Then stay if you like!" Gautirr exploded, flinging the meat he ate down, and shoving himself away from the table to go stand by the door and look out. Troubled, for she had never seen him act thus, Milyausha rose and slowly approached the large man, reaching out a small hand to lightly touch his forearm.<br/><br/>"If I offended you, I apologize..." she whispered.<br/><br/>Gautirr shook his head and sighed heavily, "No Little Sister, I understand your worries. I share them. This is why I must return, if the things of legend have returned, I must look to my family, to my village."<br/><br/>Milyausha nodded, "Then I will go with you Gautirr, you saved my life and I am indebted to you and will follow in your journeys until I have repaid that debt and more." She smiled and lowered her hand from his arm, turning to look out the door at the wounded animals. "What thing does this? What do the legends say?"<br/>