Once Tzirret let go of her, La'khay quickly grabbed up her belongings and held them under her arm. Some of the straps had snapped from the quick transformation, but it would be easy to fix back at camp. As Gallus directed her attention to the Khajiit corpse, she gave a grimace, but reluctantly examined the decaying body. "La'khay...does not know. Not for sure. She does not recognize that one's face, but she didn't know everyone in the clan. This one...doesn't [i]think[/i] he smells like a lycan, but the decay makes it hard to tell."

La'khay looked away from the as soon as she had given her answer, instead focusing on the minotaur. It seemed Tzirret was taking a well-deserved trophy from what was essentially his kill, even if he hadn't technically finished it off. Hopefully, the horns would serve as a reminder to him that he could actually be a strong hunter. As for the rest of the body, La'khay knew they could not carry it themselves, but it would be a shame to let it go to waste. "We still need to cover the rest of our area, but let's try to remember where this cave is. Our food supplies are running low in camp, and there's a lot of meat here. Some of it is rotting, but this minotaur could feed us for a while, and we could get some meat from the other carcasses. We just have to be able to lead the others back here." She suggested.