Cavis was more than happy to lick up what was left of the broth, and Marko leaned back a bit on his seat, feeling pleasantly full, belched, unknowing that this might be considered offensive for the more polite company that he was now with, and he petted the wolf's head. He blinked, and raised an eyebrow," My business is my own," He said simply, indicating that he didn't want to talk about it a bit abruptly. He wasn't a very social character outside of his own kind, and he was already being nicer than he would usually have been. But that was mainly because of the elf's cutting remark earlier. He ignored her more recent one with a snort, And he stood," I'll keep first watch," He said, looking around. He found a good tree. He wouldn't be caught dead around a camp fire, after all. His nimble body quickly scaled the tree, finding a perch quickly, and settling into it. The wolf followed him, lying down at the base of the tree, lowering its head down between his front paws, but his eyes remained open, facing away from the fire.