"Din! Help!"
He roared in rage, putting his bow over his shoulder as he drew the daggers from his waist. If Alistair was this weak, he was going to stay back at camp from now on. Din bowled into the first Hurlock like a charging aurochs bull, his daggers like his horns as he tore into the weak flesh not protected by steel and leather. With animalistic rage, he carved it apart. Alistair looked up at him like he was a monster. Din didn't care much. He had saved the weak one, and there was more to fight. A clan war cry ripping from his lips, he waded into the fray, avoiding the striking of two handed weapons, not worrying abotu the archers. Hrafn took care of them, taking out their legs and pulling them down, his teeth flashing at their throat.
But Din was careless, and a Hurlock grabbed him, picking him up from the ground. Squeezing him. The Avvari could feel his back cracking, but he had dropped his daggers when grabbed. With a roar of anger back into the stinking creatures face, his thumbs dug into the foul pits the creature called eyes, cawing with victory as he gouged them out and the creature dropped him. Picking up his daggers, the frosted steel misting in the warm air so close to Redcliffe, he screamed to the skies as he carved the beasts head from his body.
"HAKKON!" Another kill dedicated to his god. The next one would have to go to Korth, to keep the balance. For Korth was Hakkon's father, and it was only right of him to praise the father of mountains as much as his son. With a deep sigh, he crumpled to the ground on his knees, the dull ache and throb of his ribs reminded him that the Hurlock had almost broken him. Hrafn came to his side, licking his face softly as Din patted his great heaving sides. The dog was a good dog. He would never abandon Din, and Din would never abandon him. The pup would follow him into the last battle, and they would taste Dragon's blood together. With another great exhale, he reached into his pouch for a potion. Nothing to heal, but to keep him on his feet. Let the low-landers escape from their pain. They didn't learn any lessons from it that way.
Alistair and Leliana backed away from him, as they always did when they fought together. They were scared of him. It didn't sadden him, didn't anger him. It just made him feel tired sometimes. He wasn't an Avvar anymore, but he could still miss the People. These comrades he had to fight with, they were mere shadows of People. Weak, scared, not ready to die. Coming to his feet, he nodded at Sten as the giant cleaned his blade, sheathing it across his back. For all the differences, this one at least was a warrior. He nodded back, and stuck his hand forward. Hrafn licked it, and then went back to cleaning his own hide. If there was anything to spoke of Sten's value, it was the fact that his dog liked him. That was really all that it took for him to like someone too, no matter their differences. If you were special to Hrafn, you were special to Din.
"Well?" He rasped at the two cowling flowers as they spoke in undertones to each other. He didn't trust them, but they would follow him. "Can we move on?"
Without another word, they moved on, the Qunari following closely. At least he understood the importance of moving quickly. They other two strayed further back, and Hrafn went afield, searching for more enemies.
"Far be it from me to say this, but if you don't respect all of this party, some may leave you."
Din growled. Sten was right. But what did that matter? If they wouldn't stay with him, he would find others. If they refused to stay, he could always kill them to make them keep quiet about their camp and their mission.
"I don't respect those that haven't earned it."
"A valued wisdom. But still. Without warriors at your side, how can you expect to win?"
He would have ignored the words, but they rang too true. Without warriors, he would lose the advantage he had. While Leliana was a bow user, used daggers like him, and was not needed for that, her songs gave the others courage. And he didn't know how to pick locks like she did.
"I don't deal well with people."
"Who does?"
He laughed raspily, clapping the Qunari on the bicep. Sten was right. He would need all of them, and though he didn't deal well with people, he would need them at his side, so he would have to make an attempt. May Sigfrost give him the wisdom to do so.