Valan studied the girl, unaware of her thoughts or hero worship. If he knew he might be slightly uncomfortable to be seen in such a lightly, but he'd have taken it in stride. He was a father himself after all. Sometimes he had thought of what it would be like to have a daughter, something which Aera and he had not yet been blessed with. Still, he knew he would at least have one some day, when his son married, and perhaps grandchildren. The thought made his mind reel. Faer was still young himself and it was far too early for such thoughts and wonderings.
He nodded at the child, Aedre she'd called herself. "Yes, he was very sick, in his mind." He realized he had not given his name in return, forgetting his manners. He wasn't often among Shemlen, even the wilder folk, and his clan members all knew him by name. "I am Valan, and this is Fedrel. We will keep the pelt if that's what you wish. But we have a long way to travel. Perhaps we can trade it for supplies." He would speak to the elders in her village once this was taken care of.
He followed her a few steps towards the fallen wolf as Fedrel stood, stilling rather than setting about skinning the creature immediately. The wilders had ways of their own, a respect for nature that Valan approved of. But their spirits and gods were different from his own beliefs. Even so, he would not begrudge the girl her ritual.
Once it was complete, Fedrel set to skinning the wolf and then piling tinder around it. Valan was not certain if all of the wilders knew of this ritual or if the girl was training to be some sort of holy person. Whatever the case, he respected her wishes and nodded towards her. "No doubt he is at peace now."