Skælingr continued to watch the monkey with amusement as the primate beat a hasty retreat regardless of his assurance he would not be eating the duo. Oh well… he was a tiger after all, he supposed he didn't blame the macaque for not being willing to give him a chance but honestly the tiger was so massive he was not going to get to the tops of those trees even if he really wanted to. Skælingr watched the little creature circle around behind him, clutching a pine cone and the cat's eyes narrowed just slightly. He promised not to eat anyone but mauling was another story…
The tiger's attention was diverted back to the wolf as he spoke, stating that it was simple common interests that kept them together. Both healers. Well, well now wasn't this an interesting stroke of luck? Skælingr's ears pricked forward as the wolf mentioned that he would look at the tigers wounds. Part of his feline pride wanted to insist that he didn't need any help but it was quickly beaten down by his mind that knew better. Skæ dipped his head. "I would certainly appreciate the help but I do not believe in accepting charity so please, allow me to pay for your services in some way. Perhaps I could hunt something as payment? Or perhaps you have an enemy you need help with?" He let the last word hover in the air in case the wolf had any other suggestions.
