Otter Creek bleed and blister

ooc: nah, it didn't at all. :D

Osprey was still very dazzled by the wolf's appearance and mannerisms - he was a perfect villain in every single aspect. Scary looking, with a lot of scars, fancy talk and a dangerous aura. She wasn't very keen on the horror or thriller genre, but now she could imagine all the gruesome acts this particular character would be capable of doing. She would even go so far to give him the magical abilities of a warlock. He would know, what to do with them.

"You are probably right," she agreed, not really getting the idea behind the words in the first sentence. It could be the old truth of not judging people because of their looks, but then again - she was not judging. She was stunned, amazed and... not so much anymore, when he got to his feet and took a bold step in her direction. Her instincts warned her to be careful that instant. She got to her feet, blinked and turned her head away from him, sending calming signals that she meant no harm and didn't want to have a conflict.

"No thank you - I am fine," she told him in a calm manner.