Gi'chak stares at Thorgrim, feeling confused. What had got the ulfen so upset? Human young were soft and weak, he believes that he was no more than a few years older than Ibir and he had been a warrior for half his life. So what if the squishy small one needed the help of the plant-lady. She was nice enough to let him enjoy the shade--as little as it was--of leafroot's branches and enjoy the feel of bark beneath his feet. It may not feel like the trees he was familiar with, but he was still inclined to cut her some slack.