The minotaur, for his part, paid her pain no mind. When he was done cleaning himself, the hunter took up his belt and axes again, gesturing to Sindra.<br/><br/>"Stand. Follow me. Keep up, and stay quiet."<br/><br/>Moving with surprising grace and stealth for a creature his size, he moved into the underbrush and began to hunt for his next prey, this time something to bring back to the tribe for the tribe; after all, should he find nothing, the leader might try to take Sindra away from him, and Dreg was loath to give up such an amusing pet and slave.