Marko watched in interest as the wolf's ears pricked up. It tilted its head slightly, understanding what the elf woman was saying, but not answering. Instead, he sat down on his haunches, taking a piece of meat offered by Marko, and watching the elf carefully, lest she say anything else. Marko shook his head, and he sat down, cross-legged before the fire, warming his cold extremities before pulling the pouch out. There was a deer flank, wrapped up in oil skin and well preserved with herbs and salt, as well as a fresh rabbit. He skinned the rabbit, pulling out a pot, and filling it with some water from a stream nearby. He had some oats as well, and he when teh placed the water over the fire, he added the rabbit meat, oats, and some roots and dried vegetables that he carried with him. He knew better than to go out into the wild, on a journey of which the destination was unknown, without plenty of food. The flank was from when he was hunting back at home back... how long ago was it again?<br/><br/>The water began to boil, filling the clearing the a mouthwatering, and yet somehow subtle smell. He nodded, added a bit of salt, and a few herbs of his own, and took a spoon, and stirred the liquid. He looked over at the elf, and fought back a huff. What sort of self-respecting creature of the forest, something that elves seemed to think themselves as, would eat something so... so... civilized? He scowled, and turned away," Do you want some?" He asked the human. She was different, completely unknown to the ways, curves, and flows of the wild. And yet, she seemed completely unafraid of him. The humans that Orcs dealt with usually treated them with distrust at best, open fear at worst, and Orcs were used to being trusted only other Orcs. This seemed a bit out of place for him. Despite the fact that she was cooking something already, he had asked, knowing that there was little goodness in a rabbit's meat alone.