Astiroth felt a little better when he they reached camp. It was safe, well safer than the woods. He was also a sign that he didn't have to carry the wolf anymore. He carried the wolf to those who were suppose to handle it. "Save the fur. It will make a nice coat." He stated. Then men there nodded. Astiroth walked out of the tent. He felt sweaty from the walk and his cloak didn't exactly help on the situation either. He looked to see where Arthur went and followed. He noticed Arthur was having a conversation so he patiently waited. After a bit, he saw Arthur leave the tent. Astiroth walked into the tent but didn't go in fully, he respected that he wasn't called in and so he didn't go completely in the tent. "Sorry to intrude or bother you with my presence but is there a river or something along those sorts nearby? I am a little sweaty." He said to Malak. "Also, I killed a rather large wolf and the boys are making its fur into a coat. I'm not sure what to do with it so you are free to take it if you wish. I know we haven't really spoken much to each other but see it as a sign of respect to you. You did step in to fill some tough boots that many would lather leave empty."