Eventually, the silence and awkwardness of the situation was alleviated with Thorvald's timely return. Alongside the avian were a bovine woman and a small rodent man, the lion just grunted in displeasure, great more people to worry about. It was somewhat fine when it was just him, Thorvald and Erion, but how many more must they take alongside them? Will they have to pick up everyone who happens to have a sob-story with them and make them join out of pure pity? Will they have to pick up every ragtag duo or trio of adventurer's they happen to come across? If he didn't know any better, they must be building an army of some sort. Perhaps he was just overthinking things and reluctantly introduced himself to the ones named Rykiar and Atlas. After the formalities were over, Ymahr turned to face Thorvald, telling him that nothing in particular happened. He was lying by the skin of his teeth, if only to avoid making things worse.

The fox glanced back at him and he simply turned the other way saying that he would rather not. If at least to protect his privacy. Without another word the lion approached the carcass and waited for the others to come and lift the thing.