"I'm used to shifty types around here," She nods, still grasping her knife defensively. Nadia eyes Marik curiously. "So, shifter, yes? You apart of one of those groups?" Her gaze drifts to his scythe and she narrows her eyes.

Kianna snorts in reply. "Not bloodthirsty. Just need to see Fabine gone," she shakes her head. "Give it some time. I'm sure something will happen, and when it does, don't come crying to me. Fabine will kill again." She then turns to walk away.

Iris leaves her tent, the flaps moving noisly as she drags her bow out. She sighs and adjusts it over he shoulder. She really needed to practice, and today was nice enough.
She glances around the camp for any sign of activity. It was pretty early, after all. She gazes at Xavier and Paisely bickering and heads over to then quietly.