She was smarter than he was. Of course. And the fact had his blood rushing up to his head, having him inches from launching his arrow. They had been taught in magic as well, and many, many beasts that attacked them, or provided them with food in the wild north, had their own sorts of protective shielding. So the tips of arrows, spears, knives, etc, were all crafted with counter spells. Of course, he didn't know what sort of spell this human was using, but he was fairly confident that his arrows would piece them. But that wasn't the point. His bluster had been all but beaten down by the elf's skillful words, and while he was more angry now than before, to shoot would mean that he was more hostile than he actually was.<br/><br/>Begrudgingly, he lowered the weapon, and slowly released the tension on the bowstring, and finally putting the arrow back in the quiver," I am sorry," His voice was terse and warm," I was on the hunt of someone else, and I came upon your camp," He shook his head, face red, and not from shame, but from repressed anger," I would kindly ask," His gaze avoided the elf pointedly, and his felt his anger leech away," If I could share your fire. I brought some food with me," He indicated to a pouch hanging from his back. The wolf beside him merely bared his teeth for a moment at teh elf, as if it understood what she had said, and fell back to looking alert, in a relaxed way, licking his chops.