Wynde carelessly chose an apple from the bowl. So deep in thought was he, he didn't even bother to be sure no one was watching. It was a known fact that everyone in the camp was an accomplished thief these days for everyone else had been caught by the rangers. But that doesn't mean you won't still be in for deep trouble if you stole from a fellow bandit. The camp was dwindling now, and it was time to fight or fall.

Phedre watched the man carelessly chose an apple from a nearby bowl and let out a subtle smile. A theif stealing from another, I should have known... She continued to watch, her dark crimson hair pulled back into a thick corded braid at her back. Her yellow tinted eyes never seemed to blink, not missing a movement or sound. Although she had just fed she was looking for some... companions so to speak. Loyal brothers... and if they were not, then future food.

She was careful not to rustle a leaf as she shifted her wieght, waiting to approach one of them until her position was found. She dropped little hints... a heavy breath, the crack of her knuckle, little things.