This time, Frostfang settles back on her hindpaws and watches Rifa approach her companion. There's a short frosty 'woof' that warns Korok of the other orc's approach, but the most that the old orc gets for the warning is a brief twitch when the cloak settles over him. He doesn't greatly appreciate being coddled (what orc did?), but he respects his kin and says nothing aside from a brief grunt of thanks.

Large hands pull the cloak a little closer, and promptly pushes the wood away from him, even if he can't tell if he's pushing it toward her or not. His pride stings, though it only shows in the way his lips tighten around yellowed tusks.

"Do not let me hinder you." He doesn't remark on food. He'd fed what he had to Frostfang -- he suspects that she will bring back something for him a bit later.