Bak'ran watched her body for a few moments, then looked to the sky, then back to her. "Come, child" he said, and began to move off in to the forest, expecting her to follow. What other choice did she have? Which way was out? Which way did she go to not end up walking on his land anyway? It was his land, and he knew it well. She couldn't run, nor hide, without him knowing.<br/><br/>He led her in to a small, dry opening. The canopy above seeming tightly knit, blocking all rain from entering. The small fire in the middle seemed to burn rather warmly, and the furs and thick grass spread around was soft, bedlike. He moved around the fire, then turned to wash her. "Undress... Let me dry your clothes, or you will become sick... The forest is too wet for a fire to be started" he told her, then looked her over, before unbuckling the leather strap, and placing it and the hammer down.