The druid with the wolf looked on she was what one might call a little feral looking and perhaps nervous like many wild animals. After all her life had for the majority been spent in the wilderness with her ‘family’. She watched the new comers carefully and sniffed the air. It was obvious that they had been on the boat, perhaps like her they had been harmed in the wreck.<br/><br/>Approaching then with caution the pale haired woman and the wolf looked to the other. “There might be more here…lizards I mean.” She paused and bowed her head, and the large wolf drew closer. “Has anyone been hurt…and perhaps we might find a way so we don’t kill all the local fauna. Looking at the dead lizard Asfrid ask if anyone could skin it or use any of its part, as she might be able to cook it. Too her waste was abhorrent. Death was part of the cycle but something had to come from it.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4842499968_952c5df0bc.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.wix.com/media/47dcf38083981d7e36025d6396104aa9.wix_mp)</div>