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Fingers ran gently through the dirt, moving soil in an attempt to find out just how long ago these tracks had been left. Someone was injured, and they were leaving quite a trail. He followed swiftly, curiosity gripping him as he searched for who this injured individual could be. As he made his was swiftly through the forest he looked ahead to where he had sent his wolf companion. Seemed she was coming back.

It approached and stood before him expectantly. She had found what they were looking for, and it was much closer than Israel had anticipated. Even with fresher tracks, he still expected a longer journey than this. Whoever was running wasn't trying too hard to hide it seemed. Maybe thy had taken care of whatever injured them and were now just trying to find a spot to mend their injuries. He'd find out soon enough he was sure.

"Take me to it." He said softly, following as his wolf stood and started to run towards where it had come from. He followed closely behind, keeping an eye on his surroundings just incase this was some sort of ambush. Any stray ranger or druid would attempt to follow an injured person to see if they needed aid. Times were strange, which could lead to people taking advantage of that kindness extended by some people.

His thoughts were ripped from his mind the moment he spotted the Tiefling on the other side of a log, engulfed in flame. He slowed himself and stopped, giving a quiet whistle to bring his wolf to his side. He lowered himself and grabbed his bow, knocking an arrow and slowly approaching.

Halsin looked him over, before folding his arms across his chest and that smile so broad on his face. "Hah! I was just curious. You would make a fine thief of a cat... Not that you already are the best one out there, mind you. Still... no one would be able to resist the charms of a little creature like that."

He glanced off to the side, as realization hit him on all the kind of trouble that could be happening because of the other's antics, were he ever to get some potion, or the spell casting capability to turn into said creature. "... What a menace you would be with that..." Again, that smile returned, and he couldn't help the gleam in his eyes when he stared at him once more. "I would love to see that, someday... Maybe I could excuse bad behavior for a chance to witness it."

Naela winced as she got to her feet. The impact of the monster's attack had thrown her off of her horse. Thankfully, Naela didn't seem injured beyond some bruises (and embarrassment), and Tash, loyal mare that she was, hadn't run far. But before the half-elf paladin even went to calm her horse, she went over to the person who had saved her life. Naela's silver eyes widened in surprise as she realized how tall the kindhearted woman, who apparently was a tiefling, truly was. Even more surprising was the beauty in her features: yes, the skin on one arm appeared to have been burnt at some point, and there was a curious glow emanating from her chest...but those things could not dim the light in her eyes, or the perfect balance between muscle and curves.

"My lady!" Naela cried softly, dropping to one knee. She pulled her white hood back to reveal the whole of her face, then looked up at her hero. "You saved my life. For that, I am most grateful. Might I know the name of the woman who I owe?"

A voice rang out from behind, almost in a kind of wicked purring of this one's name. "... Astarion~, my dear sweet little bloodsucker..." The Devil himself made his presence known, and quite randomly with a cloud of smoke as his entrance. He had managed to find the man alone, away from any prying eyes, but still could one never be too cautious.

"I wish to speak with you, if you would allow it. I'm sure that you could spare some time with me, can't you?" He took a few steps closer, already acting like he owned the very ground that he stood upon. Which, in some ways, he did... Those eyes were focused on the other as he came nearer, and that smile of his hardly reached them.

"Hello there!... May I have a moment of your time, please?" The wizard was not one to really ever approach another, but they had all been at camp together for a little while, now. He thought it was actually more appropriate to truly introduce himself to the other, and not just simple 'hello's' and 'good morning's'. Even if those are perfectly fine and normal!

"Unless you are busy! I don't want to bother you, of course." Gale was obviously a little nervous, and he could not stop his mouth from going on and on, but it was more or less from the uncertainty on what kind of Astarion was he to get from just asking his simple questions. Angry or snappy? Sassy? A little of all? He was ready for it.

Oraia sighed. Perhaps she was forgetting how to control her superhuman senses and tune down unpleasant sounds...regardless, the trio who had been hogging half the bar since they'd arrived were grating on her nerves. Actually, judging by the look of things, they grated on everyone's nerves, but they had enough on their tab that the bartender wouldn't kick them out. They were boorish in every way: loud, unable to chew with their mouths closed, and apparently dumb enough to be rude to a large tiefling woman. Oraia's wild side, the chaotic force inside that came from her biological parents, was looking forward to a short fight...

Well, he's not sure if that's frightening or intriguing nor is he sure what exactly Halsin is trying to do here. Crimson eyes blink at Halsin in uncertainty. "I appreciate the lessen in nature, truly, but if you're saying you wish to eat me - I prefer more fun ways of doing that, darling. Ways that certainly don't involve bears eating me."

What creature wouldn't find themselves wary around a presence in which the scent of fresh blood was not far behind? Not that it was any of his business. But, setting a firm boundary just meant he'd have all the room and more to pry if it was all but cautiously toed.

Despite the horrifying account of mealtime with bruins, a large smile dripping with the amusement he might regard childish attempts of a fey spirit to scramble a forest's surroundings in order to have him lose his way would not leave him so soon. "Eat you? I don't think you have much to worry about, then..." His arms locked once he crossed them in front of him, the leather straps fastened to each bicep straining against the gesture- a subtle sign that the bear sat perked just beneath the archdruid's calloused surface.