Caelemar didn't put away his weapon, he merely eyed the girl, and watched as Baelas climbed up the tree and sat down, cocking his head to one side, sniffing at the intruder. "This one is annoying, Cael. Not like Ryess. Can I eat her?"

"No! You can't!" The elf snarled, bearing his enlongated canines, and curled his fingers, the sharpening of them apparent, and rippled through his flesh. The beast behind the girl whimpered and sunk down, in visible shame at what he'd said. "You know damn well better than to mention that name."

Confused, the girl raised an eyebrow, looking at Caelemar with curiousity, as his body seemed to ripple back into the state before the outburst. He'd lost a peice of humanity with that, she coud tell, and he'd regained it, through focusing himself. "What was that?"

Caelemar's eyes darted back to the girl, forgetting that she was even there. "Just.... nevermind. We don't intend to stay in these lands long. In fact, going to see your Elders will just slow us down."

The beast whimpered again, "Cael... I don't smell any other tribes here. This is Neutral Territory..."

A grin lit up the elf's face, as he looked at the archer-girl. "This is Neutral Territory, child." He stopped as if coming upon a revelation, and drew his blade from behind him, putting the dagger away, "You cannot stop a High One from hunting here." The grin that crossed his lips was almost demonic, as he started forward.