Blackfoot Forest Poisonous blood runs in my veins

the man seemed to separate from the sprawl of shadows; mona felt her throat constrict with fear as his ice-blue eyes leveled themselves upon her. the creature spoke, his voice a roll of thunder; the firebrand narrowed her eyes despite her mortal trepidation. "it's just a forest!" she exclaimed defensively, her own tones low but firm. hazarding a glance around, the scout rolled her thin shoulders. "i'm just exploring."
why was he being so weird anyway?