Kararq's eyes were filled with worry. He didn't know whether to chance the giant, or the wolves. However, he did know that this woman he was with was daft. "What do you mean you WANT TO HUNT a giant? Have you been knocked in the head? A giant would absolutely decimate you! " Kararq began to mutter to himself, "I think we'll chance the wolves, a giant is way too much for the two of us. Maybe a Companion, but not just a raggedy sellsword and a crazy foreigner." He directed his attention back to Yiva, "Our best bet is the wolves. We can probably take 'em on, or maybe intimidate them. Should we be dismounted, stay behind me." At the look of outrage on the woman, little more than a girl to him though they were around the same age, Kararq quickly gave an apology. "Sorry, but you seem kind of naïve and inexperienced to me. Plus I like keeping my clients alive, gives me more confidence and the word spreads about Kararq the Great." A wry smile played on Kararq's face at the mad up title, but he quickly sobered. He drew his scimitar, laying it across his legs as he guided Nightmare with his knees. The howling drew closer, and the giant loomed up to the right of the two humans, dwarfing them in comparison to its' size. A herd of Mammoth lazed near the Giant, but they were farther away. Kararq kept his head on a swivel, not wanting to be taken by surprise, as it could mean life or death.