Wheeling Gull Isle young blood, gotta pull the trigger

He is unfazed by her posturing, despite her size and seeming experience. He never saw the ideal in an island pack; you wouldn't know if anyone was inhabiting it until it was too late and you were jumped upon. He just saw it as an excuse to fight, which this woman seemed to obviously display. She clearly wanted them off and away from the borders as soon as possible. Athan made sure he delayed that moment as much as possible.

Is it just you on the island? He asked her, shifting his body so it further enwrapped Mazatl in his grasp. Or do you have a pack waiting to slaughter us if we go further inland? He looked towards the forest with more curiosity than fear, his eyebrows raised quizzically. How long have you been here? He said this all deadpan and completely genuine, though he was chuckling internally at his playing devil's advocate