Yavanna took notice of the tall man; taking in his features. The hair, his gravely tone of voice. His entire presence. He seemed bit reluctant about the Dwarves, but due to Gandalf and Saeril, he offered his services. She took a sip of her milk, once he poured her some. After she thanked him gently.

Thorin rose a slight eyebrow. "You know of Azog?" he asked, turning to face the Shapeshifter. "How?"