Orin cries out loud in pain and fear as the sudden pain wracks him. He goes down, eyes wide open with panic.

For a few seconds he just writhes around a bit, panting heavily, before he regains a modicum of composure.

He glares at Livina's back, his features contorting into a mask of murderous rage for a moment. But maybe his fear of Livina is greater then his rage, or maybe he is just wise enough not to antagonize her further.

When Lucidae offers her ministrations, he flinches away for a moment, but then nods. "That... that would be greatly appreciated."

The pain slowly fades while Orin watches Livina pitch her tent. He keeps his expression carefully neutral but his eyes... the fact that they have the yellow hue of a wolf doesn't really help either - it does not take much imagination to picture what Orin is thinking about right now...

Eventually the pain is almost gone and he gets up again, nodding at Lucidae.
"Thank you."

He proceeds to take the other tent from the mule, walks a few steps to get some distance from Livina's place and throws down the pack on the ground like a rock with which he wishes to crush something.

Then he goes and tries to set it up. How hard could it be ?


Lycar