Kieran shifted back into his Elven form to rifle through the monsters, satchel. He had no desire for material wealth, he would leave that to the others who were more eager for riches. He found a couple of black mushrooms with purple and black spots and smiled knowingly. With a chuckle he pocketed them into his own leather bag. He would walk on foot for the next leg of the journey, hoping to chat with the fierce barbarian woman and maybe some of the others that showed promise in slaying the beast. As an elf, he was quite tall and lithe, his toned muscles would allow him to keep ahead of the pack still. 

Cana trotted over to Kieran, her muzzle bloody with pride. "You did good, girl" he said to her in Druidic and patted her on the head. She nuzzled into his hand lovingly and grumbled in that cute way that most canines can muster up.