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Darrken smirked when Araile mentioned killing men as he let the fish cook in his hand. He handed her the cooked fish and began to cook the other two. "Men are a terrible species in my opinion." Darkken said as Araile began to eat. "They hate me because I look different." Darrken paused, putting another cooked fish on a rock besides Araile. "Well, I mean, I do sometimes kill them indiscriminately, but that's neither here nor there."

For a little while longer Darrken and Araile talked. Darrken about his random adventures and Araile about life as a shape shifter. He found himself laughing and not out of a crazy blood-lust post fight come down. He was legitimately enjoying her company. It disturbed him a little bit. His demon side urged him to act on his basest instincts and this was the first time he had really ignored them.

As their conversations continued Darrken heard a rustle in the woods coming toward them. They both stopped talking and looked towards the source of the noise. "Someone's always has to ruin something." He muttered standing up in front of Araile, ready for anything. Slowly from out of the woods strode the beast-man. Darrken lowered his guard. "Welcome back." Darrken sighed.