Favnir nodded slightly, noticing the look of thought on his face. He said," I'll be back then." He walked off, through the camp, not feeling like making the trip and back out to just hunt. He walked over to where the animals were kept, and after a quick talk with one of the elves there, he snapped up one of the skiddish cows. He could smell the fear radiating off of the animals, as they ran to the opposite side of the pen. Once finished, he walked back to the main tent and sat down, licking his claws and face clean once he did.