Swiftcurrent Creek its 3 in the morning and i'm feeling just fine

samothes squints. the other man seems genuinely surprised by samothes' tension, as if it's perfectly normal to run up and knock into wolves you don't know. now that he's certain he's not about to drown, he calms himself, straightening as he turns towards the fool. "unused to such bold gestures from strangers," the messeda returns smoothly, deciding he'll give him the benefit of the doubt once. (perhaps expecting trouble is fair -- with samaantine about, one really never knows). 

"i take it you're new to the creek," he continues, very graciously accepting his non-apology, "my name is samothes. yours?"