Bak'Ran was fully expecting for her to deny his offer, though it wasn't really posed as an offer... More so a demand. He expected her to maybe take off her boots and cloak, which she did to start with. Then she continued. Luckily, the camp was warm, and the trees that circled gave it a secluded feel, and the wind didn't blow in either. As though it was an enchanted area... As though. It was.<br/><br/>As she stripped her clothing, he hung them on a vine from one tree to the other, then lit the small but long fire beneath them, making sure they were too distant to be wrecked or ruined, and then slowly turned to her. His eyes took her in completely. From head to toe. Those small, pink nipples crowning her large breasts. Her slender but firm stomach. Her long, lush legs. Then her small, hairless mound, which just screamed to him from deep within her. She would have been many seasons, and still untouched. He was impressed.<br/><br/>"Sit" he said, motioning to the thick, warm bear fur beneath her feet, nice and close to the fire. "You need to keep warm until your clothes dry" he told her, then slowly walked over to the fire, and reached down, grabbing the small bowl and offering it to her. It was filled with rice and meat. "Eat" he told her, then drew a small piece of wood from inside his bracer, and dropped it in to the fire. Instantly, it began to grow, to a much larger, much warmer fire.