Shorak was quick about his work, gathering up food for the tike. She was a bottomless blue pit with legs! He sighed and rubbed his head, after she was gone, exhaustion making itself known. He calmed himself down a moment before he grabbed up the stuff he needed. On the way to the temple he couldn't help but find it ironic that here he was, taking care of this young girl, a child in truth... and he didn't even get to have the fun of making her! He gritted his teeth and kept in the curses as he walked before calming himself down. She was so cute, so, he didn't really mind, and it wouldn't be that long. It really wouldn't, and if this worked, if they could harness the loa in her, that would mean a huge turn for the horde, and their tribe. Power would be shifted in their favor, with nothing the alliance could do to stop them.<br/><br/>He frowned as he climbed the steps to the temple, was it really ok doing this to a little girl? Well, ok, not that little, and not gonna get any smaller. The more he thought the less he wanted to keep thinking. By the end he just set up the food.<br/><br/>Across the top step awaiting Sun'ali was a true tiger's feast for her. He watched her as she approached, waving at her from his lofty perch grinning his normal crazed grin. When she got up he poked her belly, "Joo hurreh an' get dis full." He winked at her and looked around at the great stones. "Joo fadda come heya lot's, meh seen 'im... Da tiga' id da loa o' wa'. 'Im look ova owa peopa, den pick who to beh bo'n a warria, 'im stalk dem all dere lives, den, when dey readeh, 'im show dem batta, and grant dem strengt'." He looks over at one of the statues and reaches out touching it. "Sadleh, strengt' id not all batta take, bu', Shirvallah nah promise ta do owa fights fa us, jus' ta show us how ta do dem." He looks over to Sun'ali, "So, wha joo dink of Shirvallah?"