The trembling wheels against rocky earth was, perhaps, the most comforting sound Olalla had come to know. Night had returned, wagon empty and baskets given. The creature was eager to here the stories that Night brought with him, of the outer reaches of these lands and the groups he encountered. Oddly enough, Bakari was still at his side. Like a lost dog. Or a stray cat.

He greeted the lion with a nod of his head, brows raised slightly in a pleased look though it quickly turned into a look of concern as he noticed the spitting light that now rested at his mane and tail. How interesting. Concerning, but interesting. "I agree," Olalla chattered as Bakari's voice broke the silence. "It's quite the new look."

Olalla sat some length away from the two, not wanting to spread whatever he had but still wanting to be apart if society. He sat and watched all that went on, and all that would happen. He would need to see a doctor or a shaman, hell even a witch would do.