The wolf's teeth barred again, a low growl coming from it's throat, and suddenly the tension broke, and Cavis snorted derisively. Of course the elf wasn't a bitch. Why would she even think that? She was an elf, and if he wanted her to be intimidated, she would be intimidated, there was no question about it. He was a huge creature, lightning fast, and very, very deadly. The human reached over to pet him, cautiously, but Cavis took it imperiously, not giving her any reaction, which, considering him and his usual interaction with strangers, was for the best. Marko reached down to ruffle the top of Cavis's head before offering him some of the rabbit, which the wolf accepted with thanks. Not one that Marko could hear, of course, but it was mutually understood. Marko himself was enjoying his stew. He hadn't made much, only enough for the three of them, and now that the elf wasn't going to eat, they might as well eat a half ration extra. He wouldn't be able to make it last until their next meal, after all. It would spoil.<br/><br/>He offered the human some more, cutting slices off of the roasting rabbit, and placing it in the stew, giving it a delicious smokey additional taste," What you won't eat, he will," He indicated the wolf, who snorted again, eager for such a turn of events.