Blacktail Deer Plateau Engelhard

Murdock craned his head at the sound of the other's voice, wanting to see their face as they spoke. It was an older male, a little on the smaller side - especially when compared to Murdock's larger frame. Thus, he felt he could get away without standing and greeting the other, even if he was only a visitor in these lands. The fact that he had not already been attacked or questioned spoke volumes, as did the pause in the stranger's words.

"That so?" Murdock hummed, looking back out over the flatlands to hide the smirk on his face. He was being purposefully obtuse, wanting to see what sort of mettle the other was made of. His time here was coming to a close, after all, and it wasn't as though he'd have to deal with many reprecussions for picking a fight with one of Grayday's wolves. Boys fought, after all.