The sight of the gnoll she had scented was something to behold, Murrin had never seen one so tall, even the tallest females she had known would only reach his shoulder. And yet she felt no fear, knew that for some reason, she couldn't place it, that she should have the upper hand, the power in this situation. And yet there he was growling and demanding things of her. She scowled at him, sneering at his display, replying in the language of their species.<br/><br/>"I don't know your name, I'm missing my own as well, but what kind of a male are you whining on the floor like a pup that has lost it's mother. Stand up straight when you talk, and by the goddess grow some balls<br/><br/>Murrin didn't know why she was not suffering from the kind of pain that this male gnoll was. The longer a soul is in the hands of death the longer it can take to adjust back to the world of the living. Being the youngest of the heroes Murrin was, in a sense, closer to the living than the others. Murrin also caught the scent of the two brothers on the wind.<br/><br/>"I recognise the scent, as if I encountered a lot of these things, they smell small"<br/><br/>Crouching close to the earth Murrin moved towards them alongside Volkar, wondering at the faint feeling of annoyance that he wasn't letting her take the lead.