Sequoia Coast Bad news, go away

He snorted. Part of him loathed other's curiousity. It was the assassin part, which was 80% of his psyche. Curiousity led to questions, questions to suspicion, suspicion leads to your whole family being slaughtered in front of you. All in all, he did not like when people questioned him. But, he quelled his annoyance and answered.

"I'm looking for an island. Wheeling Gull Isle." He murmured. The assassin looked back to the Keith-look-alike. He wondered if he knew of the pack that once lived there. If one could even call them a pack. If they still resided there, they would be targeted as intruders, but the Beta did not care. He had no respect for the fools.