He looked to her and the smirk, his work at harvesting was easy, he always did. He knew what to take, and what was useless, he handed her what she would need for money purposes, and packed the rest he would have to boil and prepare at his home. He did not live in any tribe, he was a Ronin as it was, and always would be. Settling in tribal affairs were nothing he cared about. He ordered the damaged and unsafe for human meat to the velocos, whom crooned happily. He took the skulls along with them, as material for use. And other things. '' Yeah, some of us dont have the gift of powerfull weapons. Nor the thrill to hop through hoops."<br/><br/>FInished with both male and female Tigrex's good meat and bones, some skin aswell to cure and make clothes. He looked to her. " A last night together, before return?"