Blow me away

He spoke, though his words meant little (if anything) to her. Half of what he said made no sense to her, and the other only made it clear that he did not know the Dotharan, their tradition, their culture. Tomahawk said nothing in return. Instead, she stayed where she was, head tilted to one side. It was no use provoking him. If he attempted to hurt her, she had a backup plan that involved a whole pack of wolves. Here, she could call for them at the first sign of anything going wrong.