Blacktail Deer Plateau Bring it on, baby. I can take you and your spatula.

He listened to her, his distrust of her not quite evaporating, but even the idiot youth could see she was admitting more than she probably did to strangers. Hell, he wasn’t that much different. 

It hurt a bit to think he just upped and assumed she was a spy. It also didn’t help that he believed she might still be one. He gathered the infor from her without so much as an apology for dropping her in a cauldron if distress. 

“All I know,“ he began. “is maiming and murdering for your shank of share. To kill and bring woe to earn recognition. And the ones who taught me this shit threw me out, and left me to fend for myself.“

So of course he was an alien here. This pack operated on peace and tranquillity, on teamwork and understanding. 
But he was as far from that as possible.

”Well, it’s nice to know I haven’t gotten on your nerves yet.“ He was bitter about a lot; so did he mean that? Or was it yet another pass to try and seem normal?