Dorian glanced over as she spoke, studying her face. She seemed a little uncomfortable, answering, and vague. He frowned a little, but decided not to question further. Maybe she'd tell him on her own accord one day. Then it was his turn. She wanted to know about his sword. And a hunter! Who was she kidding?
"I'm not a hunter." He shook his head "I was a soldier. But... I got bored. There wasn't enough pretty women to save, so I decided to go on the road. It's a lot more fun. And I guess I like shiny things. My sword is shiny. That's the only reason I have it. I can't actually use it." He grinned, back to his boyish self. He decided to put away the slight unease. It was obvious she hadn't felt anything. Stretching back a little, he cocked his head to the side. "And I am capable of saving you, thank you very much. I'm just kidding, by the way... about the sword. You haven't seen the way I move with a sword. We're like magic. And despite what you think, I am a very good shot." He teased a little, but she would be able to tell that he thought very highly of himself, and his abilities.
He fell silent for a moment, a sudden frown on his face. He looked to the left, and lifted his finger to his lips "Shh..." The frown deepened, as a soft snuffling cut through the night air. It was very slight, and the crunch of paw-steps was even lighter, but he'd heard it. A gift, he supposed, from his Father. He leaped into a crouch, one hand balancing him on the ground, the other at the hilt of his sword. He was immediately alert, strong jaw clenched, eyes stone set towards the forest. "Wait here." He said, very softly, and glanced over at her. His face no longer held any of the joking he'd had a moment ago, but was full of actual concern and concentration. "Please."
He sprang into action, snatching up his bow and quiver of arrows on his way, and disappeared into the trees. It wasn't long before he found what he had heard. I told her there were bears around here! He shook his head wryly, as he watched the bear. It was near the creek, and his face paled slightly, remembering that Dacia had just been there, filling her water container. Eyes still set on the predator, his hand left his sword, and pulled his bow and an arrow. He stood there for a moment, arrow sighted down the length of his arm.
Then the bear called softly, and two small cubs called in reply, bounding out of the forest a little way off, and to their mother. Dorian lowered the bow and arrow with a sigh of relief. As long as they were quiet, and didn't disturb the bears, they should be fine. But he'd stay on the lookout tonight. Without turning his back on the huge creature, he stepped back silently into the shadows.