Dragoncrest Cliffs I've never given in to madness, never given in to madness

He expected to be left alone on the beach for longer, but Blixen had other plans. Ephraim didn't immediately react when she said his name apart from the shifting of his ears in her direction. What could she possibly want from him? She'd done all she needed, hadn't she? Prevented him leaving, prevented the pack taking another hit, maybe protected her ego as leader in the process... though if she expected that he would continue to work with them after this then she had another thing coming.

Ephraim turned his head slowly to fix her with a glare. His muscles remained loose and limber in case she intended to pull weight on him in a physical display, but there was no tension in his shoulders. He didn't intend to leap up and attack her again, since he hadn't meant to in the first place. He was just sick with fear, after all. Her appearance didn't shake him like it would if Vercingetorix was the one to show up, so he didn't struggle too much to keep his tone on the icy side in spite of his feelings as he quietly replied, what?