Mai'lo glanced at the fang, considering it for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not really sure I could do anything with it," he admitted. "I've put most of my points into strength and speed. I don't have much skill for blacksmithing or crafting, so you should keep it. Make something good out of it." 

He pulled the brass knuckles off his hands and tucked them back into his pockets, flexing his fingers for a moment once they were stowed away. "Those things worked out better than I thought they would," he muttered. "Might not need to break out Wodin for a while." 

He stretched, joints piping and muscles straining for a moment before relaxing again and looking around. "How about we head deeper into the woods?" He asked. "We might find some better loot."