Little by little, the orcish princess was forcing herself to relax. This man was a hunter, not a guard swarming after her. Perhaps it would be well to stay with him this night... she'd be vulnerable and exposed alone. With the anger seemingly to have diminished between them, and an agreement settled upon, Helen relaxed her form with her arms crossed over her chest, giving a nod to the wanderer. He was at the very least respectful of her space, and he showed no signs of pouncing her or insinuating she share his bedroll. "Kall? Tis a good name for a fine hunter," she commented, fingers grasping her own chin as she pondered in thought of his offer.<br/><br/>"He-" She began to say her name and radically changed the vowels as they left her lips. "-la... I am Hela..." she stated, clearing her throat with a blush before hastily reverting the conversation. "A cave would do well. If you will take care of our hunt, I will gather wood and find a suitable stone to cook upon-" she commented, already beginning to move from the carcass to allow Kall to handle. She was not picking up scrawny twigs and limbs, no, she was hoisting and breaking apart thick logs with her bare hands as she followed where he led, tying a good sized bundle onto her back.