Selkie nodded.

(Moo haven't herd the beef about it yet. Three in one oh yeah.)

"Whoa whoa...slow down,your from the Huntrei line?" Evermore asked

(Huntrei?)
"Perhaps."The wolf hunter didn't give a clear answer.

(Moo-ve aside, you haven't spotted the calf of it. This ain't my first rodeo.)

Kaladin barred his fangs, then glared the the bulls. "Last warning. We don't want trouble, but we won't take kindly if you refuse."

(*Shrugs* just making up family lines and stuff)

"Did someone in your family history have a encounter with a werewolf?" she asked

(That has to be a new record of conceutive cow jokes. We better hoof it then to the calf of it.)

The smuggler stayed on the roof looking at them,"What are you waiting for attack!"
The bulls attacked one of them hitting Selkie hard in the muzzle. Selkie shook off the pain and kept going.

(Oh okay like the name.)
"Yes I believe so." The wolf hunter said, "But that isn't the point we need to find out what is making them so sick."

(Has this joke run it's course, or have we only grazed the surface?)

Kaladin kept his quills raised. "Well, you can't say we didn't warn you." He growled to the nearest opponent, lunging with his spear.

(I can keep hefering it if need be.)
The bull dodged and used his strenght to try and hit Kaladin.
Selkie used his powers to force the bull back away from Kaladin only to get charged himself and hit the ground hard. He got back up only to be knocked down again and again.

(I need to stock up on more amoosing puns.....)

Kal dodged to the side, whipped around, and slammed the spear's hilt into the attacker's side with surprising force.