<strong>Dethean - In the woods - Natalia's campsite and then the brook nearby.</strong><br/><br/>Dethean watched in shock as the 'healer' strung her bow and killed the bird he had taken to be her familiar. It had been a flawless single move without any signs of hesitation or preparation, which only made the display scarier. He sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say.<br/><br/>Shortly thereafter the pack returned, escorting a stranger. It looked like a wolf, but Dethean's nose had no idea what the creature was. Then it spoke.<br/><br/>"Oh wow, a talking wolf. Who would have imagined." The grey wolf said in response. "What am I? Too tired, too hungry and far too travel stained to start a conversation with a dreary discussion about exactly what I am." Though his tone was flippant and teasing, there was an undertone of being offended by such a prying question.<br/><br/>He gripped the saddlebags with his teeth and dragged them off a little ways until he was behind some low shrubbery,<br/>"I'm going to bathe before dinner. I'll be right back."<br/>Abruptly the grey wolf vanished, leaving in its place a young, strange looking man croaching to preserve his modesty as he pulled some clothes out of the saddlebag. He slipped off into the woods, easily finding his way back to the water.<br/><br/>He made a few purposeful detours along the way to the brook, picking up a few herbs and plants leaving them with the clothes near the side of the river. He didn't want to wash the clothes completely, leaving them too wet to wear afterwards and so he simply scrubbed a few dirty or smelly patches with some water and one of the cleansing herbs he picked up trying to get them clean enough to wear. Then he slipped into the water, no stranger to the frigid cold of night-bathing and swam around for a short time washing the smells and sores of travel from his human skin.