Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

When the woman did not immediately heed her master's commands Revui took to staring at her, as if to combine the force of his imposition with Donovan's; except that the broad-shouldered beast of a man did not assert himself as dominant, but rather as her equal. Revui had an obvious dislike of this antagonistic woman and expected a swift correction for her behavior. Instead, by admitting that they were equal, that lowered Revui's view of the two of them combined.

Hydra would never have allowed such weakness to exist upon her mountain; Merrick would have let his dogs run wild - reveled in the violence himself - had someone come knocking with Revui's attitude. He could not help but compare these wolves to the various warriors and rogues that he knew already, and found them lacking.

Donovan's mention of the recently sighted pronghorn went in one ear and out the other, as Revui mentally detached from the situation. His gaze darkened somewhat as the woman spat another insult, something about damp holes. He looks pointedly to Donovan and remarks cooly, We will allow you to join us.

The last thing he wanted was this woman's injury to cause them to lose their meal, or for it to become exacerbated during the hunt, as she'd no doubt find a way to blame it on the two interlopers. That and she outright could not be trusted to hunt alongside them rather than for them when the time came. Revui watched the other man and waited for him to lead them to their quarry, effectively dismissing the petulant woman.

Besides, she'd already made a point to deny them earlier.