Marko took a small nibble of the rabbit. It was being overcooked on the outside, but the inside was still raw. He took out a knife and cut the rabbit open. It had been well cleaned, he observed, and exposed the undercooked insides, now showing, to the fire. He got a bowl, put an inch of water inside, and added several herbs as well as salt. With a wooden spoon, he slowly dripped the sauce over the cooking meat, adding some taste to it. Then he turned back to his stew," I guess we didn't," He observed quietly, before filling his mouth again," I am called Marko. This," He patted the head of the wolf sitting near him. The canine ignored him imperiously," Is Cavis," He didn't go on. He wasn't much of a talkative fellow.<br/><br/>He observed again as the wolf's ears pricked up, and he heard a soft whisper coming from the elf. He scowled. The wolf tilted it head a bit, understanding the elf's words. Then his teeth barred, Telling the elf in his own fashion to beware of how she spoke of his friend. The 'beast', he said, had raised him since he was a pup, and showed him only kindness and love. Who was she to judge him?