Bonesplinter Ravine She say she love me at dusk

His brows quirked. He'd not heard of Ninja before.
Plus why was she still yelling?
"The hell is a ninja?" He didn't trust the woman; not yet at least.

He studied her, noted her leg and the way her ears perched atop her head as if she were a youth. His eyes narrowed, wondering if he could indeed start to trust her. She was inquiring about him being alone. Other knowing that you wer alone was surely bad. It meant no onew as protecting your back.
So no, he didn't trust her yet.