Snippet #1426998

Crow nodded slowly towards Por. The commanding aura and voice of the Imperial gave Crow a slight respect for the man. Crow assumed Marcelle was a trooper or at-least an ex-trooper(There is a difference.)

The has-been farmer stroked the bird resting upon his shoulder. "Hunt." He whispered plainly as he shook his shoulder to shake the 'pet off. Crow then deviated his attention between both Por and Marcelle, gauging and observing before reaching forward to take the fish off the fire. "You should know then, we should not leave the fire to blaze tonight nor tomorrow. They might have scouts, which will bring the Guards down upon us without the tracks." He said back, mocking derision sounding freely in his voice.

He took off his wet cloak and threw it upon the fire to douse it. "Don't be so infernally ignorant on how hunters track, or Hircine take you into his great hunt as prey." he whispered under his breath. Underneath the wet-cloak that was abruptly removed revealed the crude armour beneath that only covered the chest which in turn leaving the shoulders and arms without guard.

The arms were covered in blue tattoos and scars, commonly known throughout the land as the signs of a man who followed Hircine. This would give them a reason to be wary, usually a follower of Hircine had the curse of Were-Beast, but that had a rumor, no?

The farmer then pulled his weapon from the snow and laid it upon the cloak resting on the doused fire. "I'll keep first watch, that is of course, you think I'm going to turn into a wolf and rip your throats out." He said with a wolfish smirk.

Crow snatched up the fish and started to eat it, much like a bear.