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[center][h2][color=f26522]Korgath[/color][/h2]
[color=f26522][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] Shipwreck Cave
[color=f26522][b]INTERACTING WITH:[/b][/color] Ahnciel[@Hawlin], Liv/Vitus[@Chasers115], Alexander[@Conscripts] 
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The cave began to settle into a quiet as there was a dull, gurgling crunch, Kitty’s teeth not penetrating skin but the throat of the monster demolished beneath her powerful jaws. The shewolf huffed in disdain, unsatisfied with the lack of blood. She glanced over her shoulder towards Korgath, an expression of distaste evident across the species gap.

As Kitty made her way back to the group, she ended up back beside Korgath, though pointedly focused on the small girl with the scale mail. A slight growl issued from her muzzle as she nudged the orc’s side, gesturing with her nose. The green-haired girl didn’t smell right, and she was doing something strange.

Korgath stood straight once more, no longer bracing for the impact that never came. It seemed his newfound friends would be plenty capable in combat. Not a Hunting Pack, but something that he could live with. That was good. Still, it seemed Kitty was unhappy with something going on with ...Mage Liv? He thought her a mage, though to be honest, he wasn’t sure if the title did her justice. Regardless, it seemed she was hovering over one of the corpses of Sahuagin. Ordinarily nothing that the hunter would concern himself with, but Kitty always did have sharper instincts. He glanced back to his friend and gave a quick cutting motion with his hand, a clear order to keep things civil. He would keep his eyes open.

Still, now that the fish folk were gone, he was surprised. It had seemed previously like this would be similar to raiding goblin burrows, hordes of smaller creatures all striking at once… but there were only six. This seemed odd. Korgath turned to the group, shaking the blood from Skinner-Gutter and absentmindedly scratching Kitty behind her ears. [color=f26522]“...Six. This is not many. Scholar Alexander, do you think there will be more?”[/color] He leaned against the wall of the tunnel for a moment, appreciating the feeling of cold stone against the back of his neck. He co He was regretting the decision to wear the chain more and more… Still, the cool air from the small one’s spell helped with the heat as blood drained from the orc’s skin, returning its normal verdant hues. He smiled, making eye contact with the short figure. [color=f26522]“Employer Ahnciel, I thank you for cold. If you keep it up, I would certainly not mind.”[/color]