Deravan stayed near the wolves for a bit, actually wanting to gather the skin out of them more then anything. He started to sharpen his dagger more, getting it really sharp so that he would have a easier time to skin the wolf better. After that, he then started to skin the wolf, having a surprising easier time now to go and skin the thing up. Cut after cut, he skinned the wolf down, getting the whole wolf pelt easier then anything. He then went and attempted to remove the fangs of the wolf, only to be able to get one of the fang intact. Well it was better one fang then nothing. He looked at the villagers.

"Well, I am not sure how good wolf meet would be here. If you guys want to use it... Although might be best to cook it really well." he then said, before getting up and heading to a tent, needing to rest and think after all this. He hoped Backstab was alright. After all this though, it made him think a lot. How he acted there, how he was powerless to actually defend Backstab when she got hit. All this time he swore revenge over humans, using the shadows to try and take them down... but looking at all this, he was starting to have second thoughts... thoughts about his life choice, how he went and used the shadows, thinking only about killing humans before, stalking them. Then, there was that ninja, who could have killed them all, but instead knocked them down. 

He sighed and then took out the old sword he used before. The thing was old and rusty, but it was one of the first weapons he used. It also made him thought about his life choice, about the path he decided to take. He could have gone and faced head on the humans, taking a more forwards path... take a path similar to Dorisma. But he didn't. He could have also tried to take the path of magic instead, even if it was rare for a troll to be a mage, but he didn't neither. Instead, he took a path that a lot of people would frown about, using the shadows to strike. Sure, today it had been useful for them, but Backstab still got bit and almost died on the battlefield. Where his dexterity with his hands failed, his intelligence saved him. 

He just sat in the tent, unsure anymore as some villagers were walking around. What was he going to do. He was not sure anymore