Vare let a short chuckle escape him when Magus said the beast was connected to him. The hunter didn't see how that could be possible. He offered Magus an apologetic smile. "I did not mean to laugh," he said. "It is just that I cannot possibly imagine how the beast has any sort of a connection to me. I think it is more likely it saw something, though I could not say what that would be. As for its appearance..." He turned to face the mage, his expression thoughtful. "It was ethereal and shifting. I think if you tried to touch it your hand would pass through. The form did not seem set, like it could appear as it wanted, as anything. It was large, bigger than the largest buck I have ever seen, but it had a lean body like a feline, though the shoulders were higher than the rear and massive, muscular. The shape of it was like nothing you see in nature. It did not have a long head like the creatures it resembled, though it had a massive crown of antlers, far more than any deer. And the face looked almost human." He turned back to the fire and turned the rabbit again. When he spoke again his voice was quieter, "the eyes were intelligent. It knew me, and I think it knew I held a weapon. When I lowered my bow it made a sound like it was pleased. It was not a roar or a growl. The noise it made was gentle and quiet, like an instrument and a purr. And when it vanished into the will 'o wisps it made a sound like a crystal bell. I did not..." He was quiet for a moment. "I did not feel fear for this creature. It wants something, I think. But what that something is, I cannot say. It could mean us no harm, but that does not mean what it wants does not come at a great cost. Those men it killed, they died for a reason. How many more will it target? There is more-" He stopped mid-sentence when he heard the door to his room open and close. His gaze moved to regard the pirate and he froze when he saw her. Her appearance hadn't changed much, but for some reason, cleaned up as she was, she looked gentler than she had before. The wild mane of flames that swung down her back was fierce as ever, like defiance. Her skin still bore the marks from the night before, but the wounds were clean and had faded from a rough red to a soft pink. A sincere smile crept across his face before he could stop it.