Soah smiled for a moment, as Adrian took off. As Soah wrapped the cloak around himself, to help keep warm. He stole one last glance at the group talking to the caravan. Soah's blood boiled as he watched the group. Soah had thought this time would be different. Travelers so apt to help a man covered in another man's blood. Soah cursed himself for being foolish enough to believe that this group of people would be anymore different than the hordes of others. Soah had a chance to end Crom's life, and inflict worse wounds, aim for vital spots, and get bloodier, but Soah didn't want to the bloodthirsty werewolf. It was self defense. Soah wanted to keep traveling, and let his wolf form heal himself, but Crom stepped in front of him, wielding that sharp blade. It was a repeat of a lot of times with Soah. Soah would often try to leave somewhere after it had been revealed what he was, only to be met with resistance. Soah turned on his heel, and began following Adrian, albeit slowly. Soah still felt the exhaustion from turning into the beast.