Blackfoot Forest it's gonna be a long night

He watched her rise and move towards him, his face expressionless. It had been a while since Midar had seen any of his family, but she looked oddly like what he remembered them to look like. She had claimed she wasn't sleeping, and he didn't quite believe her, but honestly didn't really care enough to speak anymore about it. He had no real interest in what she did and didn't do and had merely been making an observation.

The strange female asked for his name, and he studied her form with his trained gaze. Deciding she was no threat to him, he answered, I am Midar Melonii.He was unaware that some of his distant relatives were scattered across these lands, and so did not think anyone would recognize the surname. There was once a time, shortly after his escape, that he would have refrained from ever uttering his last name for fear of recapture, but that fear no longer plagued him. he dared those bastards to come after him now; the beast welcomed the chance to bathe in their blood.

He didn't ask for her name in return. She could offer it if she wanted to; the beast didn't care either way.