The Heartwood I'm a cold soul, I roll solo

He froze at the other man's words, gaze searching the darkness for the source of the sound. Then show yourself, the beast answered, unable to keep a hint of a growl from his voice. This felt like some kind of game to him, and he had little patience for such things. If the stranger wanted a fight, then Midar would gladly give him one, especially if he insisted on speaking to him from wherever he was hiding. And if he wanted something else, then the beast was willing to hear him out, but he refused to speak to the darkness; he wanted to see to whom he was speaking--read his expression and body language for and subtle clues to his intentions here and make sure they matched whatever words he gave him.