Something in the Bushes

He gave a nod of agreeance to her statement about their quest. He knew just as much about the necromancer as she did. Although, she has her excuse, what was his? Being shy? It's not his fault he was different. He returned to the present task, introducing a tribeswoman and her formidable wolf to his new allies.

Miles walked alongside the pair, secretly studying their compatibility. He had never been one for riding animals, or taming them. The preference of animals to him was either food, clothes, or for visual appeal. He never thought of the advantages that a mount brings when the snow is nearly knee deep. As he trudged through the snow, he considered asking to join her on the back of Naurfast. But firstly, awkward, secondly, he might need to lose some weight before that, and thirdly, what kind of mannerisms would that be? So he decided against it. Hopefully the group wouldn't decide against having her join them. A wolf rider would bring advantages, and hopefully no one is allergic to fur.

Miles was about to ask her about her tribe, in hope's of breaking the ice, but was interrupted by Naurfasts sniffing. The wolf halted, then crouched as if someone was near.

“Naurfast senses somebody lies hidden ahead of us…a friend of yours? Perhaps in rearguard?”

Miles quickly responded, as he turned his gaze to Amdir.

"It might be one of mine, we have a thief in our group, who loves to lurk around. Alas, you can never know who it is until you find out. Stay vigilant Amdir."

Miles reached over his shoulder and drew his battle axe as Amdir called out to the stalker. You can never know who hunts you. How would he expect to meet a eye-catching wolf-rider in the middle of nowhere.