On the way back to camp Talan heard the calls of Simon who apparently lost his vision, he stopped to wait for the boy only to have him bump right into his back. The nomad grabbed Simon by his shirt and pulled him along towards camp. Once Talan arrived at camp he had found someone sitting by the fire, his instinctual response was to aim his spear towards the intruder but he soon lowered it once realizing he had seen that face, or at least the mask covering it, before. Still he was cautious as he approached the camp. [color=fff200][b]"I won't let this go to waste"[/b][/color], he said as he gestured towards his rabbit. Skinning it was somewhat harder due to him not having a proper blade but eventually the task was complete and a rabbit soon spun on a spit over the fire. [color=fff200][b]"But I won't refuse food either"[/b][/color], Talan didn't hesitate to break off a piece of the potatoe. As he ate he couldnt help but look off towards the building he saw when he first set up camp. He was suddenly overcome by a rather familiar scent. The smell of wet dog, earthy and musty, like the wolves his clan kept or the ones he encountered with his father. If there was a wolf here he was not to worried as he had been taught how to keep them at bay. As for the building he still was not convinced whether or not he should approach it. Turning to Tyaelaem he asked, [color=fff200][b]"What do you know of that place?[/b][/color].