Kall backed away a few steps, and said "If you turn that elk over you will find my arrow in the other side of it, which would make it belong to both of us. I can't force you to do that for me but I hope you do that."<br/><br/>He did not draw his scimitar but he was ready to do so if he had to, but he really hoped she would turn the elk over and discover his arrow. Traditionally and often in practise, a shared kill meant the meat was shared. "If you share the meat, you can keep the whole skin for yourself."<br/><br/>He noticed how good looking she looked, her tusks white in the moonlight, her skin a soft shade of emerald green.. But this was hardly the time to bring such a thing up to her now. If he said or did the wrong thing she might attack him. Then his stomach grumbled loudly again and he decided to turn the elk over to show her his arrow in it. His hand on the hilt of his scimitar, ready to whip it out in a second, he walked up towards the dead elk and the beautiful and, given her fine clothes, most likely noble Orc woman in front of him. He kept his eyes on her hands, in case she drew any weapons or tried to notch another arrow to her bow.<br/><br/>"I am willing to share but I will fight you if I have to, he warned." His own eyes, normally a light green, darkened to the colour of fine emeralds, a sign he too was getting angry at this strange woman who was a rival for his food.