<em>Quite a catch!? Anyone would think you were talking to fishermen, Razuel!</em><br/><br/>The young demon berated himself mentally. He could not blame the lycan for being suspicious. He was even becoming suspicious of himself. His large ears twitched absentmindedly, and he bit his lower lip with a fang.<br/><br/>"I, uh, came here for...well, I was tracking this big boar, you see...it...well it's..."<br/><br/>Razuel fumbled and decided to change subject. "Well, recently I heard there were troop movements...human troop movements...I've been shadowing them for a while but they are large in number and...well, today I guess I let my belly get the better of me."<br/><br/>He turned to the red haired woman as she offered him the very beast he had been hunting on a plate, literally. Awed at her gratitude, he nodded his head eagerly.<br/><br/>"Yes, thank you! That's good of you. My name is Razuel, by the way. Are you always this kind to strangers?"<br/><br/>Razuel looked around awkwardly. He desperately wanted to ask the red-haired woman just exactly how she goes about the civilised concept of "dinner" with a lycan, but Razuel thought the two could be long-time friends and didn't want to upset the equilibrium. What he wanted more was to ask her of her lineage and how long the demoness had been out here...Razuel liked to think of these parts as his territory.